She sits across from you at the group-work table in all her flesh
a coat of giant cold chicken skin
she can't figure how to take off.
A cow chewing cud
would be less offensive than the way she grinds
that gum with mouth, a hole slapping
against itself in fleshy clicks.
She is heavy, whipping cream-
colored thighs each time she slaps a hand down in laughter.
The chest is pouring out in all of it's hypnotic paleness;
the dark colored shirt is giving its all, but failing against the strain.
Your adrenaline courses in nausea
as she moves her legs apart,
veins radiation-blue,
mashed potato inner thighs,
and suddenly
you've peaked behind the curtain
the poison fish you see
makes you *****
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 9:08 AM UTC
She sits across from you at the group-work table in all her flesh
a coat of giant cold chicken skin
she can't figure how to take off.
A cow chewing cud
would be less offensive than the way she grinds
that gum with mouth, a hole slapping
against itself in fleshy clicks.
She is heavy, whipping cream-
colored thighs each time she slaps a hand down in laughter.
The chest is pouring out in all of it's hypnotic paleness;
the dark colored shirt is giving its all, but failing against the strain.
Your adrenaline courses in nausea
as she moves her legs apart,
veins radiation-blue,
mashed potato inner thighs,
and suddenly
you've peaked behind the curtain
the poison fish you see
makes you *****
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