Wednesday, May 22, 2013

I Wanna Be Sedated

By Colleen Foley

I fought to give Seth free range while the hive jockeyed to defend itself from the violation. Felt like razor blades and spurting lemon juice on my brain.

I came to, sweaty and quivering. Think sex is intimate? It’s nothing compared to having every barrier you’ve ever built violently disarmed, from inside your head.

There are things you don’t tell anyone. Things you don’t want to know about anyone. Ever.

And now he knew all of them.

“Tell me you got it.”

He nodded, eyes haunted by more than the hive.

“Jesus. You two look like hammered crap,” Jimmy groaned.


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