The BLTS Archive- Desire
by august (appelsini@hotmail.com)

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I wasn't going to post this. I had plans to write an extended
version, and maybe I still will. Until then, though, here is my 
drabble.

Paramount's characters, my torture.

cOct99

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I curse loudly. There is blood in my mouth; it tastes like metal.

I think of her.

I imagine her lips, her cold chrome hands. Her pale skin, barely
human.

Once, I think, she wanted me. Her mechanic eyes would follow me in a
room, pleading but not knowing why. I played on that, cruelly. My hand 
would linger on her shoulder for too long. I somtimes felt guilt over 
her confusion.

Now she paints her lips, and her skin. In seeking indiviuality, she
loses her own.

Now, only when I taste my own blood, I am reminded of her.

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The End