Hushdie The Suet

Her loins were pained and annoyed,

as she looked at sunset and candles and a table of goodies.

‘boooooring’ she thought.

His eyes appeared, blue, black, blinking, cutthroat.

Her Loins awoke,

his eyes blinked and held out a hand.

She smiled, she knew that sunset, candles, goodies meant fuck all.

Reaching round her, he smelt her neck, a good hard smell,

what is that?

Is that some one else? Some guy with a a mother fucking sexy odour who takes my nice places………

I sexily squint my eyes…..its more anger, and she has no idea…well probably does.

She says…..

‘do you like my new perfume? I picked it out for you….??’

oh fuck

oh  dear

I take a big breath of it.
My eyes roll back, my heart bounces and I snuggle and continue to fondle.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I woke for my alarm, it hadn’t risen just yet.

I ran to the bathroom, gagging, sweating, straight down the toilet, My body gave everything just then,

all energy quickly removed, nose bleeding. blood hitting up the walls as I steady myself and turn the shower.

Holding tissues on my face, holding back my gagging.

I jump in the shower, it is ice cold, I jump out hitting my head against the door, as I rush to get the hot water to work.

I am in the shower, nose streaming with blood, gagging and bringing up bile. I look at my watch, have 5 minutes...

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In the dark, in the resting of night.

Slow Saturday,
Night time,

I see a Ewan,

His eyes filtered through an Ego-Prick.

Like Life is his Trademark. Copywright.

Right with one, but so wrong and so bad with childrens favourites.

Destroyer of Childhood Fantasy?

The sky is a silver grey, the wind whips up into a frenzy.

Alone and cold, she walks slowly up and up the wet and rabid hill.

It aches, and she shivers.

Then a shadow, it flies in all directions, and smacks her on the head.

She looks round and there is nothing there, only the muddied tracks and the gaping hole where the town was.

It takes her breath away. She turns and keeps trudging up and up.

Another shadow and another smack. She cares no more, and continues up and up..

Then she stops and there is a Concrete stair case, on it two small birds sit shivering.

She smiles just for a second, and then starts to cry.

The shadow appears again, and another smack on the head. She wipes the tears away. Maybe there is a shelter down there. As she goes toward the steps and the little birds, she looks down at her hands. They are covered in blood.

She feels her hair, and it is matted with blood. She looks round and the shadow comes again, it swoops in close and pecks her in the eye, she screams and falls to the ground.

More birds swoop in and peck her, and peck her. And more blood.