how to die
With a beautiful woman in a luxury high-rise hotel room overlooking a metropolis.
She gets me high. Bathes me. Pleasures me until there’s nothing left to be done.
When we’re finished, when I can’t manage another act, and I’m lying inside her in a fog of post-coital delirium, she cuts my throat with a straight razor.
I want to see my blood spurt across her breasts. Watch it pump black across white sheets in half light.
She slides from bed and moves to the bathroom, leaving me to die alone. The last thing I see is her ass, backlit from the bathroom light as she flicks it on.