Gentle Pressure

You’ve dared me.  You’ve dared me and now, here I am, calling your bluff.

I will be returning in the new year.  I will be returning with bigger words, a vocabulary that shall make both of our pulchritudinous cheeks turn to blush.  I will be present, daily, for all the different facets of self and audience and silence that we court here.  You’ve dared me to press the button, swearing I would force myself to wait, wait and then fail.

Well, fuck, my dearest, you.