A Terrible Beauty is Born | Corey Mesler

The day went from light to dark.

The dogs in the neighborhood

whistled to each other.

You and I made love carefully,

as if our every move was

monitored. The tenderness we

felt was feigned—we fucked

because we had to. It was all that

was left, before the final change,

before we turned, and turned again.

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