His hands have broadcast diamonds in the snow, the room is cold. She quits the attitude he struggled to compose all evening long, yanks sheets across her breasts and sighs, dismissing him, Mahler's tune winding down to grinding horns, shrill strings and wheezing reeds.
Crack the Spine - Issue 143
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