i turn the faucet off and i hear her on the other side of the door, singing softly, as the words "i love you" materialize on the fogged mirror in echoes of condensation, balam acab releases soap bubble bass notes that burst in their rise to the ceiling, this aura of steam suspends the ambient synths in a whitewash mist, and to her songbird lilt, i slip my head below the epsom bathwater and hold my breath in silence, eyes open, looking up from the bottom of the sea, door after door in the hallway, her cut chandeliers i am trying to claim, this claw foot bathtub big enough for two...
Balam Acab - Big Boy by Xerek
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