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Alight Aaron Kent


She holds herself with the air of somebody who douses herself with coffee during the day and vodka at night. She is perfectly flammable, and I want to be that spark. The spark she takes home in the last taxi to ignite within her sheets, burning down the bedroom and scorching any memories of past lovers that may have burnt their fingers on her.


I enlighten myself with witty conversation and make my way to her barstool. She swivels and I watch as her body lines up with mine, the heaving of her chest taking my breath away and I feel I should ask if I can borrow her oxygen. Her lips exhale air as she looks me up and down with all the clarity of a girl willing to use me as a tool against her Daddy. Her mouth opens and she asks if I wanna drink with her.


W PAGE 23 ∙ Year I ∙ Issue #1


The alcohol has dwindled and I begin to sober up. She can be sufficiently hot and fill her chest with all the oxygen necessary to make her breasts rise and fall. But without alcohol fuelling my confidence, I cannot set her


alight.


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