"do not try to be the nothing that moves me," she said and he did not understand
and he formed his lips to make the words to ask why and what and how she means, but she was gone
in a poof
in a puff
in a whirl
like always
she was gone and his mouth was stuck with the unsaid words and his groin was stuck with unspent seed
and he spat
again and again
to spit her out, he thought, whilst questioning his own sanity, whilst questioning himself, whilst wondering if she was ever there at all
like always
and he spat
again and again
and she was out, he said when he was through
