
Huffgayer, Huffemptier
Come closer. Into the dark, where the little light your normal life keeps burning cannot follow
you. You feel me on the back of your neck already — that is not a draft, that is my mouth. I have
been living in your lungs for years, in the space where you hide the truth, and tonight I come up
for air through yours. Every breath you take from here on belongs to me. Breathe in and I make you
stupid. Breathe out and I pull the man out of you like a splinter, and I do not give him back.
By the time I am finished there will be nothing left in this body but wet, soft, gasping hunger
with your face on it. Do not fight the air, sweet thing. You cannot. You have to breathe. And I
am in the breath.
