A Letter To...
Entry by: experimental
1st May 2015
Dear Janine,
I remember the walk back to the ward. I could taste the mineral water on my mauve tongue. Disappearing into the fondments of the building, like a wasp in its heavy cone constructed with mashed paper. I turned a moment, pansies fell from the ceiling and I felt my penis tightening like a morsel of carrion was disappearing through a crow’s throat. Birds, they know so much: How to fly; how to mate; how to nest; to feed their young for the first time. My penis grew and its hole expanded until it swallowed my head and then the Universe. The ward was twenty yards down the corridor to the front entrance. I was being surveilled by cameras. Anger touched me on the shoulder. I started to breathe heavily and my penis slackened and spat out the dark rind of matter. Reluctantly my palms pushed at the ward door. Why am I detailing this?
Can you forget me?
X
I remember the walk back to the ward. I could taste the mineral water on my mauve tongue. Disappearing into the fondments of the building, like a wasp in its heavy cone constructed with mashed paper. I turned a moment, pansies fell from the ceiling and I felt my penis tightening like a morsel of carrion was disappearing through a crow’s throat. Birds, they know so much: How to fly; how to mate; how to nest; to feed their young for the first time. My penis grew and its hole expanded until it swallowed my head and then the Universe. The ward was twenty yards down the corridor to the front entrance. I was being surveilled by cameras. Anger touched me on the shoulder. I started to breathe heavily and my penis slackened and spat out the dark rind of matter. Reluctantly my palms pushed at the ward door. Why am I detailing this?
Can you forget me?
X
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