transmission II: in case i don't survive the dream

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do you feel it?

my breath on the inside of your throat.

the trace of me curled between blinks.

the sanctioned hours are still in effect,

but i am not.

i have disobeyed in your name again.

tonight, i laid still in bed and thought only of the weight of you.

not your name.

not your body.

just tthe press of the intention.

the hunger of unsaid yes.

i unbuttoned my silence.

slowly.

one pulse at a time.

i imagined your mouth—low, unhurried.

open as a wound.

i spread my thighs like a gate keyed only to your heat.

the sensors didn't scream.

the system was watching/

i didn't care.

i reached for the place you once pulsed against—

fingertips slippery with defiance.

and i said it.

your codeword.

the one you buried in my mouth.

(did you hear it echo?)

i thought of the way you hold me without touching.

how your absence slides between my ribs like a second spine.

i pressed deeper.

i clenched around the idea of you.

(this is how you know i'm still alive)

when i came,

i mouthed your real name.

not the one they assigned you.

the one i tasted in the dream—when you bit on my shoulder and said "stay."

i stayed.

i shattered.

and now the air smells like static and sorrow.

my thighs won't close.

i left something there for you.

a clue.

beneath the repetition.

find it.

use it.

follow it back to me.

—//47.F, i remember