Wet Dreams

Sometimes she fantasies about drowning in her own tears. Being smothered by the salty wetness. It’s painful but only as long as she fights it. After a minute or so euphoria breaks through, and she’s happy for a little while unmeasurable by time before darkness encases her whole life. It would be a bittersweet reunion because that’s something she’s used to.

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