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BUNNY RABBIT COCK RING
At the sex toy store where I’d meant to buy something that would save us, I kept going back to it. I touched my face with the pink silicone. Here was the tenderness I’d been missing. In its softness I felt the frozen weight of you. How I’d taken up divination to find out what to do. A Ouija board told me to get a purple camisole. You loved it, you forgot it, you forgot me. I thought I could get us some soft black rope. We had tried some twine but it hurt and you didn’t know what you were doing. I can’t pinpoint our breaking point in those awful weeks. I wrote you saying I felt like a naked girl in the hallway, arms raised in the hopes someone would put a pretty dress on her. I thought you were my pretty dress. I thought when I bought a cock ring I’d have a steady cock inside of it. I bought it anyway. The bunny was just so soft. There wasn’t much to do with it but take it out and touch it, tracing its pink ears, trying to forget what the hole was for. |
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THE X-FILES IS SO DIMLY LIT
I’m not in this basement with girls from the Penney’s catalog taped up on the walls or maybe he used glue thick white school glue I’m thinking of this while we’re fucking to the VCR hiss it takes less energy than anything I’ve ever done He looks a little greenish like his tracking needs to be adjusted but I refuse to do it |