12:50

Another night died in her arms.
She stroked the F---er to sleep. Just like that. He was wound up too tightly, too coiled, too had to, have to have me. She put him down for the duration of her fancied life. She placed him so perfectly, so poised on the edge of what she thought was his seat. It all goes on, in circles from here. She tip toes, twirls away. She slips out, in, back, forth with only him. She came, she had it all, she left....she left him right there. "I'll be right the hell back." she said without the hint of truth. She said it all so well, so wrung out, so damn quietly to only herself. At night it all dies. Not even a well thought out scent can last through the darkness before we plunge into day. All mine. The day is all mine.
The nothingness. Another day and you die all over again. Under my brutal probing touch. She strokes you to hurt you. Nothing to do with sleep. Just the unconscious motions of her deliberate mind. Her want to unravel you. To revel in you. To just leave. Just like that. Her. She. Is. Me.
It all dies under her desire. Her wishes come true. She wants to have you, not at all, no one else... she ruins you for other nights spent. Unslept. Unsatisfied. You crave it like you are supposed to. Just not enough. Just like you, but not like the others. Another night, another chance. Another lie spread out on virginal sheets.... she's counting down. away. to you, for you. It's all over. Begun. Unfold. I fold.
Whatever the F--- did you think we had?