Rupture-ready
Sipe
held his hands up. Empty hands. Look.
Look how empty they are. Moving
slowly. Closing in on the jittery
squirrel. Tiffany sniffled and wiped her
nose with the back of her hand. Her face
so darkly pink he thought of fruit gone bad, rupture-ready at a touch.
(The Lipless Gods, Chapter 14)
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