fourAnna Elena Eyre
your new white shirt with black rabbit is stained red by small cut flesh human / tomato you look skin gutted / he knows you’re in the stall installing non-menstrual twat with cotton tales and walks / in comes back with several more men / says this is the chance you’ve been at before / you can’t get the red out and help / she says they’ll believe anything you say as long as you you stand by their side bettertosay you did lockthedoor. mean to say that itwasthe bolt that undiditself. boundin tights when you squatoverwhiteporcelain. difficult to waddle over to latchintime to preventlollydaggers. badgers good to look guttedthen. the trick isinthestance. theprecariousbalance of precocioustrust. if you remark occupied theinwardpush will not beforced. and you plug up yourbloodypretense and wearraw bunny that blendsin with red. anotherbackground. scenery he jokes thathe punched someone inthe jugular andshould comment onthatinthe slash of wordsonpaper paperonprinted. the risktaken you question if it wasawoman and the audience laughs. whodoyou think iam he asks. a beast. why somuchtheless ifitwere a man. because i was drunk headdson. you didn’t want toseduce but todefecate.
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