20.5.20


she said something about suicideWhawas it

it was earlier in the dayoccurred during an argument about the quality of life was every bit of life worth having if its latter portion was bound with lengths of ugly barbwire yanked up and down and side to sidegouging tearing slicing flesh or rubbed with handfuls of shards broken crystallineblue glass 

Ah she smiled her eyes conveying it a hint of eyebrows Now I remember.

Thank gawdbaby I feared what your next torture might entail

that brought a peal of laughter

That’s nothing, baby, I got a million of them.

he exaggerated a Gulp

Cold turkey.

Excuse me

Suicide.
         Suicide is nothing more than quitting life cold turkey.


Yah Thats one way of lookin at it 

no matter he liked how her mind worked

she had always liked that he liked the way her mind worked when so few ever encouraged her or let her fume

he loved when she fumed

things spilled messilygood and bad in gouts it was like pushing through oyster guts looking for a pearl
      he always had an appetite for raw oysters

hed tell her Keep it cominkeep it comin Is that all you got   Keep it comin babe

inevitably her frenzies lead to inspired uninhibited volcanic sex


it could honestly be said that his probing and incitement werent altruistic or without ulterior motives

0008,  Sunday,  5  1. 20
1131,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  20  5. 20

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