There is a
baby that came out of me this morning. He has a
cunt. I don’t know what to do. I ate the
gross stuff. I washed my thighs. Is that right?
There is sleep fucking porn where women get molested and fucked while
they are sleeping. I watched a lot of them. I
don’t believe those women were sleeping at all.
I walked into a forest by the sea. Its name was
Doug. I got lost inside Doug for several days. I
ate bark and bugs. I drank sap. I was never
warm. My skin turned into bones. When I fell asleep
somebody came and fucked me. I never woke up.
Twelve days later I came out into a clearing next to a busted up RV
where a small family was swimming in an inflatable pool. At
first I thought Doug was joking but then I found my car and I drove
away. I remembered how to drive. I remembered I was
by the sea.
I named the baby Doug. I pushed rice into his cunt.
He made little noises but nothing else happened. I washed
some towels. I told my dog, NO. I told Doug,
NO. I kept saying NO. I started sleeping with
little strings tied to all of my toes that were tied to chains that
were tied to everything I owned.
I drove Doug to the sea. I walked Doug into Doug. I left him
there. I hope one day I will find him swimming with the small
family; frolicking in a pink ruffled bikini with yellow embroidered
Is that right?
is a writer living in Southern California. She has been published in
places like PANK, Smokelong, Monkeybicycle, elimae, >Kill Author and
Dogzplot. She has a free e-book entitled, “Nobody Trusts a
Black Magician” available at Nonpress. She says nothing here.