12 Days of Wincestmas 2016
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"With this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun."
Richard SikenSeries
- Part 1 of 12 Days of Wincestmas 2016
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“You feel your heart taking root in your body, like you discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”
Richard SikenSeries
- Part 2 of 12 Days of Wincestmas 2016
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“O how he loves you, darling boy. Oh how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.”
Richard SikenSeries
- Part 3 of 12 Days of Wincestmas 2016
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“The road around us grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through the glass. But damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.”
Richard SikenSeries
- Part 4 of 12 Days of Wincestmas 2016
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“The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.”
Richard SikenSeries
- Part 5 of 12 Days of Wincestmas 2016
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"He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. [...] I wanted to take him home, and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his like a crash test car. I wanted to be wanted, and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.”
Richard SikenSeries
- Part 6 of 12 Days of Wincestmas 2016
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“I’ve been in your body, baby, and it was paradise.
I’ve been in your body and it was a carnival ride.”
Richard SikenSeries
- Part 7 of 12 Days of Wincestmas 2016
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“I came to tell you, we’ll swim in the water, we’ll swim like something sparkling underneath the waves. Our bodies shivering, and the sound of our breathing, and the shore so far away.”
Richard SikenSeries
- Part 8 of 12 Days of Wincestmas 2016
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“It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we’ll never get used to it.”
Richard SikenSeries
- Part 9 of 12 Days of Wincestmas 2016