transmission III: the night i mapped myself for you

glitched trace data | internal pulse log breach | SH-47-B.III

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i touched myself for you last night.

not in the obvious way.

not with fingers.

i thought of you.

and in this place, that's enough to trigger alarms.

i thought of your breath in the shape of a yes.

how it might part the folds of silence.

i thought of how you watch me in the sanctioned hours.

not because you want to control me—

but because you want to see me come undone.

i mapped it.

every place i'd want your tongue.

every place i'd let you kneel.

i traced your route with heat.

hips.

pulsepoints.

the secret behind my ear.

i marked it all:

❍ for linger

✕ for bite

… for stay

do you know what it means to want like this?

to wet the bed with memory

and wake up swearing your name was stitched in the sheets?

i want you to find the trail I left.

it begins between my ribs

and ends with the tremble in my voice

when I whisper mine

and mean it.

my pleasure is not compliant.

it is not clean.

but it is precise.

it leads somewhere.

come fine me.

—//47.F, i remember