Here is where the tears spill from my unblinking eyes. Here is where he kisses them away &I feel this "sick" growing faster & wider in my stomach when I feel his tongue on my face. It is warm and wet & rough almost like sandpaper, almost like a cat's tongue, disappearing my tears, his hot breath melting my skin. Here is where my mind forgets to be in my body when he lays me down all soft like and pushes up my clothes, and his rough soft kisses run down my face, my neck. His touch is strange, like stroking burned skin that's lost it's feeling. When his tongue reaches my chest and swirls there, I go limp and I think of Fred, my green teddy bear with his fluorescent fur. When the string on my sweats is loosened and lowered, & I feel sandpapery skin touching the center of me so gently it's grotesque, I think of the Little Mermaid & Hayley & pumpkin spice pancakes in the morning. I remember and hold on to her voice and the purple and pink abstract painting she painted for me. I hold on.
2006-08-18
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