R.j.Elsewhere (Australia) published:
When he told his truth, the first mouthful of daybreak had already conjured things of tale and twist; things of hummingbirds and tea-mist, nymphs and roseblood – things that did not mix all-cocktail-well with the sick on his tongue.
“When I’m with you, love,” he began, eyes aglow like whiskey on fire from the morning star’s hue. “…you have me so tormented and uneasy inside.”
Normally, anyone else would have questioned their lover for saying such a grimly put accusation...
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