In the Veins of the Drowning

“I’ll bring up seawater and use the siphon to force it into your lungs. It makes you shift.” He came to stand before me, so close that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. He bent to place a kiss on my neck. Then another. His lips might as well have been a clamp around my throat.

Crushing.

Silencing.

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