Monday, July 28, 2025

The Gossamer Blouse

The breeze barely noticed piercing puffs through the tiny interspacial loose little rectangular voids in between the spidery strands but blew through anyway, encircling his erecting nipples. Wait. He grew up when boys weren't supposed to like cats. Weren't suppose to try on their mother's clothes. Weren't supposed to tell the truth.

Tuesday, July 1, 2025

July 1, 2025

The only rationale that I can come up with for such a nightmarishly hellish such experience is that it must somehow be necessary for my overall psyche to be thrown violently down to the concrete and broken glass, face first, as a reminder of the everpresence the concrete and broken glass.