10/30
I am still ready and more than ready. Today. I will do it today.
The box is in my left hand, gleaming with a sinister beauty. No matter how I stroke its curves, it will not open for me. And bashing it against the wall does nothing.
How will the patient respond to it? How long will it take him to solve it?
How are his fingers any different from mine? How are his strokes and caresses any better?
It is not hands that call Them. It. Is. Desire.
My hands are not enough. My desire will be.