Her kisses slapped me, even though they were never meant for me
So why did she bother with my hand that night?
Thoughts of her teasing me with her sociopathic slutty bullshit sing along
With the astringent taste of cheap sweaty vodka and the numbing presences of coke on my throat.
So why did I fuck an angel in the midst of a satanic indulgent orgy?
Maybe for the sideways proverbial notch in my belt?
Then why does it hurt when I see her kissing another's slimy fucking genitals?
After all I have always figured myself as an invulnerable nihilistic...
Author notes
prompt: What is the most surprising thing that makes you weep?
i understand if i get dqed, but i hope not!! lol
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I like the phrase "cheap sweaty vodka" ... original and smart.
This is an interesting write, it feels to me like the beginning of a longer piece of writing as it opens a door and ends before any sense of resolve or closure, not that there's anything wrong with that... Just food for thought.
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