CRUISING Narcissus cruised a dubious fellow one night who kept light-rimmed shards of mirror in his sac. He left our hero to mend the shattered image, a fractured climax : flesh gave way, the edge scraped skin, glass cleaved bone. Hot blood streaked the angle, white curves; his ice melted into pink slush, his head, armpits, and groin wet, raw from a splinter of honey curls. Before he went blind, his blue eyes turned purple. His lips locked his lips, two slivers, jaw-line jagged edge wed to a jagged edge of light.
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