Woebegone
One
Our relationship goes as followed:
First we get high, on whatever we can. Then we fuck, wherever we can. Aggressively, he likes it like that, the pain is enjoyable.
Then we eat, usually there is little in the fridge so we complain and yell at one another. Then we order food, pizza often because it requires no cleaning up. Later we yell for awhile, screaming our problems at one another. Sometimes I throw things at him, often he throws them back. I cry for a while and he breathes deeply. We cool off, he kisses me with force and persistent, I dig claws into his back.
Then we come down, pool into each other’s bodies and listen to the world breathe. On occasion we fall asleep together, death etching its way into our souls each time our eyes close. Other times he leaves for work. He goes without a word, without a second glance. I lie on the bed in a disgusting heap. I crave a shower but my body rejects movement. I crawl deep beneath the covers, like a coffin. He comes home late, has a glass of whisky. Keeps the nightmares away he says. I can hear him in the kitchen.
He comes in and finds his space beside me, we lie back to back.
Finally, we wake. We eat breakfast. We get high on whatever we can. Then, we fuck.
First we get high, on whatever we can. Then we fuck, wherever we can. Aggressively, he likes it like that, the pain is enjoyable.
Then we eat, usually there is little in the fridge so we complain and yell at one another. Then we order food, pizza often because it requires no cleaning up. Later we yell for awhile, screaming our problems at one another. Sometimes I throw things at him, often he throws them back. I cry for a while and he breathes deeply. We cool off, he kisses me with force and persistent, I dig claws into his back.
Then we come down, pool into each other’s bodies and listen to the world breathe. On occasion we fall asleep together, death etching its way into our souls each time our eyes close. Other times he leaves for work. He goes without a word, without a second glance. I lie on the bed in a disgusting heap. I crave a shower but my body rejects movement. I crawl deep beneath the covers, like a coffin. He comes home late, has a glass of whisky. Keeps the nightmares away he says. I can hear him in the kitchen.
He comes in and finds his space beside me, we lie back to back.
Finally, we wake. We eat breakfast. We get high on whatever we can. Then, we fuck.
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Something written very late at night. An experiment, inspiration stuck and this happened. Mostly blah.