“Fuck you!”
The Devil smiles.
“No, darling. Fuck you.”
the news isn’t peachy
but she thanks everyone for the
two-fingered fuck, makes the next appointment,
and ta-ta’s it out the door
before the bile rises up and curdles
the sweet right off her smile
oh, Jesus
what do you do
what the hell do you do now?
She drives to Sonic and orders a sundae,
extra M&M’s, don’t forget the cherry,
and the guy who takes her order
thinks she’s drunk
because she’s swaying, because her words
are as thick as goddamn bricks
because because...
the news isn’t good,
so she dry-swallows a pill,
slips out of her asinine rose-clustered panties
and finds him on the hammock, dreaming,
blissful, beautiful, she hates him
for a split second, loves how he smells
of sunshine and her perfume
from the night before
Jesus Christ, help me
she goes into whore-mode, hopes to God
he cums loud enough, long enough,
so that when she cries
when she cries
no questions will be asked, nothing will be amiss,
everything is just fine
just peachy.
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Sheila
i'll always try to write like the lane you know, as long as you promise me never to stop writing the Cinn I know 
thank you for the honor of recognition in this contest, my friend. Love, Lane
Im sorry for my earlier comment
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