The screaming and kissing seem to come straight from the id, from the desire to suck out a man’s soul and leave him a desiccated shell.
Christine Kwon is a poet and fiction writer living in New Orleans. She reads for Tilted House Press. Her work appears in Joyland Magazine, Sweet Mammalian, and The Yale Review. More pieces are forthcoming in The Recluse, blush lit, Recliner Mag, The Columbia Review, and Hot Pink Mag. Trieste, the city in this story, is what she imagines heaven to be like.