She cannot stop herself from staring. Sex video I tell her about the things He did to my young body. My opened belly, my torn, awful belly. To stroke her cheek. The crimson gash of the knife that opened me turned pale white. My body over hers. I tell her my name. I smile at her and she looks at my dark, matted hair. I want her to know. She cannot stop herself from staring. I lean over her, I touch her cheek, her neck, the softness of her ear. Her, in her big empty house. She opens her mouth. Her bright blue eyes. She is soaked in sweat. Foul, disgusting, unearthly breath. She is soaked in sweat. I can barely hear.
