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Blinking Fever

Not until my hand brushed up against you did I realize something was wrong. You were warm, too warm. Despite closing your lids last night you hadn’t slept. That morning you were a pale shade of gray, unresponsive, staring blankly and blinking. I hoped it was temporary, yet I knew it might be your time. Looking up your symptoms I found you weren’t the first to have this blinking fever. You finally relaxed and stopped blinking when I held your primary pressure point for a few seconds. I let your heat ...
Kyle Mahan

I dig it. Kind of a cyberpunk version of “I Used to Love H.E.R.”