a bleak blog

she was a challenge i had to master to do this i’d have to think faster see i had to take care of her clothe her and feed her in return she would care for me but she was pestering me with her virginity one day i had had enough maybe i could be a bit more rough she must listen to me she must i’d have to make her comfortable first luring her with a red M&M i took her to her bed it went okay i suppose she was tight but she got close to letting me fill her i told her it would be better if you sit now it’s habit oww she’d cry every time i’d tell her to open wide

the sweet sweat that dripped off your frustration into the curves of my cupped hands made me savour each drop of savoury and sweet. orange flesh pierced through the blunt sharpness of the banshee that grieved the very moment your skin fell apart. as it got closer to the pit, you got farther away from it, from me, until all that you left were the sickeningly sugared fumes of deep deep pulp. i smeared it across the cool curve of my cheek, the slight ridge of my lips, just to have that everlasting flavour linger. forever.