Evil Twin | by Samantha Rose

hisses echo in
my ears,
your tongue
swirls,
and i am awakened…

pleased to drown
in your moonless waters
i rise
obsidian in your eyes.

eternity teased

upon reflection, it may be
why i let you come
within on many occasions
despite ideal prudence
pleasure was persistent, Continue reading “Evil Twin | by Samantha Rose”

For the bro who boasts “We literally slaughtered that bitch’s pussy” in the community college bathroom | by Henry Goldkamp

“…along with the cat suit.”
—Margaret Atwood

 

Naturally, he proceeds to high-five his flat-brimmed buddy
then soaps his large hands clean in the stainless steel sink.
High on the urinal-caked fog, hypnotized by such ugly
green tile, I am suddenly numbed by the echo of their clap.
Such music in his diction! The fescue of his big dick!

Bestiality is halfway normal, when you think about it.
Did he realize this halfway in, or halfway out?
How unique, too, this cat raised by dogs, a channel of discovery
all its own. Rhetorical sex must be pretty lousy, a general rule of
dewclaw. They must be terrible fucks, right? I flush. Continue reading “For the bro who boasts “We literally slaughtered that bitch’s pussy” in the community college bathroom | by Henry Goldkamp”