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| by Mira Christie |
| Every day, I allow myself to drift
into some fantastic existence that isn't mine where I could get fucked for hours by every cute face that passes by with no fear of disease, remorse, regret. The reality is that you will come home give me a half-hearted hug lumber into the kitchen and dump your lunch's dirty containers into the sink for me to wash while you drop into the sofa to watch trash television while my vagina gathers cobwebs. You will ask about dinner you will fall asleep for at least thirty minutes. In this time, I will think about sneaking out. I will think about the steak knives in the kitchen and how easy it would be to just end my own misery. Instead, I sneak upstairs into the silence and fuck myself quietly. |
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| May 2008 |
| 106 |