Monster

His skin felt wet, like paint that could never dry.
I hated myself for how I felt about him. Yes, he was almost handsome, cocky but kind too...
but his odor was foul, even after he showered it remained on his body hair and seeped from his skin. Letting the phone ring was not the problem, getting his stink off of me was.I felt sick all week. I had sex with a monster.

Clear Instructions

PLACE PEG IN HOLE AT END OF ASSEMBLY

WITH PEG IN HOLE BORE DEEP INTO END
DRIVING PEG IN PLACE

She Remembers

 She knew in her heart that he was still asleep so she whispered, "I want to smother you" in his ear. He was large and often dreamt of the sun dancing on the maize in the valley. But this time the sun slept, and night spread onto him, deep into the skin, as his eyes rolled back into ecstasy.

pissing in the occasion

Life is a stark and barren wasteland of crippled dreams, dead memories,
and overwhelming sadness.

His Toupee

  nearly blew off when I fluttered my hummingbird wing eyelashes