Tesla Coils

She was electric stylish, plastic sockets – her own picture in her locket worn around her slender neck. She knows I’m at her every beck and call. I stall; I whitewash walls; I stand six feet three inches tall and plug in when my power drops and pull out when the charging stops. Volts in veins, watts in waists – shocking just to get a taste, a quick bright jolt to erase the draining draining draining days.

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~ by perfectionatrix on March 18, 2010.

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