Pleasured By The Luna

TESSA MERCER

The night hung heavy and humid around me, thickening the air with suffocating anxiety and heat. I jammed my hand into the glass bowl on the wooden desk, sifting through the sharp office pins. Every metallic clink echoed the chaotic, jumbled mess inside my skull. I sorted the colors with trembling fingers. It was pure, unadulterated torture standing alone in this sterile space, fully