Dina & Darlene Tunnel Have an Intuition, See an Apparition
Dina & Darlene are tweaking out, grinding their teeth, heart tribbling in their collective sternum, hot and oozing syrup.
A flash across the bedroom posters, every River Phoenix mouth open to receive their heart, to suck it out, to roll around their tongues.
They get out of bed, lie on the floor which feels like the street.
They are in the forest.
What happens next:
Darlene says, “He’s gone.”
“Happy Halloween,” Dina says.