The narration of her eyes is composed of half-truths.   The smell of sufocation; the caress of plastic on her lips.   (A vulgar taste.)   A story told through the haze of exhaustion.   Fascia -- mascara.   Inside her throat: the obstacle of friction.   An obstruction -- an abstraction.   This perilous means meant for indulgence.   Senses -- suckling inhale, dispensing full void of unwillful response.   She'll call again.   An innate understanding within this membranous mirage.