& she's passing out from

the spit they shared,

viral infection deep within

her mind & all she can hear is

(e(c(h(o)e)s) in her head.

she's sleeping away a day of

classes while the teachers

wonder at her lethargic

moans to the silent air & all

she sees is a picture of

his wet lips touching hers.

& she's falling down on hard

floors and feeling like

the linoleum should be his fingers

& as her eyes go dimmer

she sees .l.i.t.t.l.e. .d.o.t.s

of blood sinking into her skin

& all she can remember is him.