"This IS the perfect time. Right now," she stopped moving and leaned back, looking up into my face and smiling. "Right now," she said.

18 MP3 Songs
ELECTRONIC: Experimental, ELECTRONIC: Dance



Details:
I need to talk to you... later. I need to tell you something, she says, between indulgent drags off a menthol cigarette that crackles as it burns to the filter. I push her words to the side, like so many stupid magazines that I can wait to read later, all piling up and cluttering the waiting room tables in my mind, because, you know, everything is cool. Everything feels good. So I kiss her, and she bites my lip, and I taste a little bit of blood. She mumbles an apology. It doesn't matter; she doesn't hurt me.

It won't be long before we're somewhere else, a universe away from here, but for now, I'm content to trace lines with my fingertips across the curves of her skin while all of the seemingly forgettable music hooks itself irrevocably into the back catalogues of my brain, where it will wait, like a snare, to tear at my heels whenever I try to run.