It reminds me of the autarchical creatures that drip out of my cunt and splash and squirm in the toilet bowl as I watch, fascinated. They came from me! They're little me's! They have fluid limbs of pale white creamy substances that adjust according to the purity of my piss. They dance through yellow bubbles and contort their small lymphatic legs around one another. They exit my buttery vulva lips, leaving a sycophantic trail that leads through my intestines, up through my stomach, up my esophagus, and out over my tongue. This unctuous trail originated from your sick spit. (I was wrong.) They are little you and me's. I suffocate them with paper and as I walk away, I hear the automatic flusher go, and bite my lip at the faint sound of screams.
lauren:
Thank you! 