Ginger Snaps
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Good And Clean
This was a normal Sunday, not much different from any other I had worked. The clock struck about four, and I'm ready to go home. I announce my departure, and I turned to make my way to the dressing room. About half way there, I am stopped by the oldest man I have ever seen in a strip club. His liver spots had liver spots. Picking up on this depth of detail however, was difficult because he was shaking so much. He reminded me of a dog shitting razor blades. (sit with that image for a second)
By Ginger Snaps5 years ago in Filthy
Cum Or Die?
I just wanted to die. I had been contemplating it for days. I tried it once already, only to find out that human meat is pretty hard to cut through if you don't have the proper tools. Yay scars! I could hear the dance-hall music playing in the distance, somewhere around this winding road. The crisp night air flowing all around me and whispering through the trees. I could hear the ocean crashing and breaking on the unforgiving rocks below me. I wandered closer to the sound...the smell of salt misted the air along with hints of curry from the people cooking around the way. I wish I belonged to someone. "If I jumped right now into a beautiful death, would anyone even miss me? " "Fuck it. I cant risk failing again. Lets see what's going on around this bend." As i got closer, the music got louder. the scent of ganja filled the air. I hear my name... it was a guy I dated and recently parted ways with because he pretended to push me in front of a car during an argument. Little did i know, he was still sore about it. " I'm SO sorry." he lied. "I love you. Let me make it up to you." Longer story shortened, I ended up back at his house. Bada boom bada bing..... I'm naked! Young, and fucking dumb. And now he's leaving. "Where are you going?" I asked. " I'll be right back." he responded.
By Ginger Snaps5 years ago in Filthy
The Unanswered Question
What is this yearning objection to feel something more. Filled with perfect reflections of someone you adore. Feeling nothing are you? For that one you desire, consumed once again with incinerating fire. Consuming raw passion,, confusing you, hush..., still- you cant help but moan, makes you melt at the touch, exhibiting reactions you raven so much. A river of lava scorning its path accept devastation in fearing the past.
By Ginger Snaps5 years ago in Poets
