Adam – 6.3
It's gone beyond operations.
There are anonymous hotel
rooms, lavish. Dull safe
houses, grey with cold and
secrets. Clandestine coffee
shop chats. A different face,
the same desire: I crave and
hate it all.
The fragments of this fiction are
blending with my reality,
and you, the bitter bystander,
won't come to my defence. Not again.
