I used to fill plastic bags with blood from packages of steaks and hang them from a porch to see if mosquitos would drink from them. Tensions brace the wheezing barbs that prick their flattening slack. Pork-swollen index combs out uterine gruel. Fist crunches wet scalp astride their stomach. A rimjob with a Colombian necktie. The girl at the show wore that band shirt cause she knew you’d be there. Crosshairs on the lens of a sharkskin hood. Latex tuber suction-cupped over her crotch. The scars across their cheekbones hang in strips off the jowls… a beard of egg noodles the radiator steamed. The obstinate putrescence of desires in retreat hanging to be gnawed by sewer wildlife. A staple gun strapped to the knee he drives into her face. A drop of gargled mouthwash jumps into my eye.
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