Soft Serve

The barrier came up between one and another, and stands there, a permanent reminder of the roles they have adopted. A parasite to a host, which loves the needing. A host to a parasite, which keeps holding on in spite of it all. They attach and then withdraw. The cold suckling thing has dropped away, leaving a fresh wound. Hot blood streaks the water, searching like feelers, tempting a return. So suffocating, so co-dependent, growing fatter but less satisfied with each other with every encounter. How can it play out to an end? It Stonewalls.