
by Jeffrey Hermann
His secret thirst. I catch him looking at my neck and he says he’s thinking about buying me a locket. We can’t take a simple midnight stroll without having a problem, and it’s such a beautiful night. My warm hand in his cold hand. My heart beating softly, his still as a stone. The moon.
Jeffrey Hermann writes short fiction and prose poems in his spare time. One day he will write in his regular time. He has two books forthcoming in 2027, from Unsolicited Press and Gnashing Teeth Publishing.
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