Tanya had not seen
the thing from that
angle, she’d only seen
it from her own narrow
gauge of looking, and
of course there was
the blindness, caused
by hate, and he had
after all gone off with
that skinny **** and
after all the effort she’d
taken to loose weight,
and oh yes, he had gone
and taken her favourite
dress the red one she’d
out grown, and the one
she’d once much favoured,
although she’d only worn
it the once, and now that
thin bean of a girl had it
on, oh how could he, she
spat out, while lounging
in the bath, the water
almost to the rim, and she
there looking at her pink
plumpness, and how her
**** could almost swim, oh
come back, do not leave me
here, she moaned although
there was none to hear her,
except the guy in the flat next
door, but he was kind of queer,
oh where is love when you need
it? and where is some god to protect?
Oh, she said, all my plans are wrecked.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 2:44 AM UTC
Tanya had not seen
the thing from that
angle, she’d only seen
it from her own narrow
gauge of looking, and
of course there was
the blindness, caused
by hate, and he had
after all gone off with
that skinny **** and
after all the effort she’d
taken to loose weight,
and oh yes, he had gone
and taken her favourite
dress the red one she’d
out grown, and the one
she’d once much favoured,
although she’d only worn
it the once, and now that
thin bean of a girl had it
on, oh how could he, she
spat out, while lounging
in the bath, the water
almost to the rim, and she
there looking at her pink
plumpness, and how her
**** could almost swim, oh
come back, do not leave me
here, she moaned although
there was none to hear her,
except the guy in the flat next
door, but he was kind of queer,
oh where is love when you need
it? and where is some god to protect?
Oh, she said, all my plans are wrecked.
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