Central Park, Jungle City
All the following are true: you love him.
He loves you.
You are not ready to be loved like that.
He confesses how long he’s looked for a place to worship and, oh, you put him on his knees.
On his knees for you, how long will it take before you’re back to his level? Collapsing onto the floor of a college dorm, you bleed and he cries.
But you’re both on your knees, and in the winter of your lives, the warmth is all that matters.
It is murder, but all that matters is that he agreed to hold you as he slit your throat
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