The Hunters Gathering

They gave me something I couldn’t find forever mine now dipped in brine *** end of cynicism cattle call callous catfight calling spitfire baby come on light my fire death to us part let’s gather our remorse throw it into the timber yard let it rust along with my other trophies of lust desire grief biding my time spits on her fits before injecting it ravenous like the eagle eye she has for this trade of grub watch the seaweed drown her mourners daydream saliva salty on the wasp love is taken here gone is the one who became lost in the hunters gathering.

Meteor and the Starfilled Sky




One Night to Remember
SkyHow her hips curved glass broken placed on the mantle drinking of the sup. Dance of her hand holding my breath of fire. I am lit up flying out to her. A burning fever, there’s a snake in my belly coiling like this beast coming for me. Chief madness overtaking me, driving potent capture of her face in shadow light. Such pale skin like a foxhunter I grip you now captured.Forever is never ending ever desirous impassioned I have the will to eat you, crunch your body’s natural heat of laceration grip the handle of essence your scent of ambrosia take me now.

Last Night I Made Love With SpiderWoman
Mimi Bordeaux
Mimi Bordeaux
Nov 18 · 1 min read






Here she is:-
Clawlike fingers or are they nails painted bird fell on my windowsill calling my name ‘Felicity, Felicity!’ I gelled up with some cookie dough between the thighs crunch curse not the CXurse cuntis kvnt open fingers entering oww ooh she nearly bit me neck bite tethered in braces she hovers over my lips ******* are they fangs? Kiss with golden tongue frolicking in the mouth so succulent her breath on my face lips of sweet papaya mango Mimi munchkin morning melt desirous delirous galavanting throw me over your shoulder WonderWoman! No she tells only the most serendipitous sensuous salts steaming from her brow hot legs shoot from the hip she has a gun it’s loaded pistol on your piston gunfire upload bullet for hire powderworks hut battle of the she grrls beautiful one last night I made love with Spiderwoman

Stranded on Lonely Street my rags gone in with the wash my dress shred into pieces by an ugly violent man come hither young lady ‘oh just *******!’ following me I stop and stare ‘yeah what?’ he crawls backwards then runs across roads into the council buildings.
Gutter *******-my rot stench emanating from every piece of my core.
I am crud saved dregs from my mother’s hands rubbing the trash through my clothes. Wash hands Miriam every day: to ignore such warnings!
Now dirtbag I am killing stones uppity on L. St. We hover like lost lovers hurrying our parts number two the other half but they never arrive.
Back under the bridge. Shoot up some nice H; it soothes soul cleans out head rot rest sleepytime. Dark I stare upwards looking at the milkyway a-crashing star coming towards me! ****!~ Help! BOOM!