(out/of/the/need/for////forrest)

she sparkled like wintergreen caught between my teeth. a shot in the dark, i held her too tight, both wrists in a single hand. she didn't struggle. i whispered, just too quiet for her to hear, just too loud to be silent. i watched the hair dance on her lobe as i spoke. the detail, you see, always outlasts my interest. but she was different. i let her have her way with me. took notes as she slept.