THE MINATOR

 


She left him there


the broken brute


exposed to the tips of his skin.


And the flying stone in a dark dead end
on a drunken christmas day
when she ran naked in her need
pursued in panicking pleasure bounds
a shrieking expectation of a thrilling ecstasy.

 

The chase was fast and short.

 

The deed is dead and done.

 

 

 

 

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