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It had been another fly surely, that one

I can bear anything for the sake of beauty

As if in response to these words a faint moan came from the girl’s lips. Slowly she began to recover her senses. With each shuddering breath, the spider’s legs stirred as if they were alive.

No cannonball response because the dead float by

Face up their eyes sometimes open and filling with miniature lakes, rivers down their temples, the children howling and their teeth useless fangs

I want him to destroy my face

I want to be fucked savagely by a pack of wolves.

It had been another fly surely, that one

I can bear anything for the sake of beauty

No cannonball response because the dead float by

I want him to destroy my face

Her dreams last night were action films

a defamiliarization not about infliction

A specific word for this disappointment

Postponed by drinking the wine slowly

Here I feel normal

The shirt I button up to the top button because there’s no reason not to

Neither interesting nor well-paying enough to threaten her husband’s sense that he was the center of her life.

I sure squeezed that lemon!

Came flying not blood and dark gore and ripped black cloth but an issue of birds, in plume, on wing

Let a hundred flowers bloom