I put his ***** in my mouth,
and he puts mine in his hand
and we laugh in unison
except my laugh sounds
like I'm gargling marbles
and his laced with
painful joy
We're on my mother's bed
and it's my fifteenth birthday;
The television is on,
and the sound of a
newsman fills the
evening air
60 dead and 5 others wounded
is all I can manage to hear
as he begins to make his way inside
of me, a silent joy consumes my
soul and I'm floating away to Heaven
I see God, and I feel him
fill me with contentment;
his hand is placed on my forehead
and I kiss his fingers
as they slowly leave my face
The front door shuts
loud with a bang and
my friend and I struggle to put
on our clothes;
It's father;
I've gotten
used to the loud,
calculated steps
he takes up the stairs
We both sit on the bed
and act as if we just finished
praying
The door opens
and he smiles,
and asks us
why we are
sweating;
but his eyes make his way
to the television;
he becomes distracted and tells
us with a grimace on his face
to go downstairs and
play a game
I grab my friend's
hand and rush
down the stairs
just to be alone with
him once more.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC
I put his ***** in my mouth,
and he puts mine in his hand
and we laugh in unison
except my laugh sounds
like I'm gargling marbles
and his laced with
painful joy
We're on my mother's bed
and it's my fifteenth birthday;
The television is on,
and the sound of a
newsman fills the
evening air
60 dead and 5 others wounded
is all I can manage to hear
as he begins to make his way inside
of me, a silent joy consumes my
soul and I'm floating away to Heaven
I see God, and I feel him
fill me with contentment;
his hand is placed on my forehead
and I kiss his fingers
as they slowly leave my face
The front door shuts
loud with a bang and
my friend and I struggle to put
on our clothes;
It's father;
I've gotten
used to the loud,
calculated steps
he takes up the stairs
We both sit on the bed
and act as if we just finished
praying
The door opens
and he smiles,
and asks us
why we are
sweating;
but his eyes make his way
to the television;
he becomes distracted and tells
us with a grimace on his face
to go downstairs and
play a game
I grab my friend's
hand and rush
down the stairs
just to be alone with
him once more.
