Glen could write her thoughts
and see plainly into other worlds
and eventually, with training, up
her skirt.
But the trip grew old, and looking
of course, is never as good as touching.
Just winging it, Wendy's parking lot
and the crew was all in their places,
something he remembered about how somebodies
girl was leaving and there was a gathering here, couldn't have given
a fuck less.
Atop her boyfriends car she sat, legs crossed
high, knees above her neck, her head in her lap and
from the pavement he glanced at her in the night.
Never speaking, just the stare, 3 hours went by and the
lot was clearing on this "farewell" evening.
His tease began to stare back and their eyes were
locked for quite some time.
In one fluid movement he stood up from the ground, grabbed her by the face
with his right hand, and threw his obsession over his shoulder, whilst
she landed where he had been sitting for so long in pain.
Checking around for the boyfriend with no avail, he spit on her tits, and began ripping off her clothing.
Speaking into her bloody mouth he began " I know why you're not screaming, I saw you wanting this."
Conscious but paralyzed she lay there, her eyes frozen in time,she thought to herself "Another Saturday Night with my boyfriend and his amnesia."

02/07/2009

Posted on 02/07/2009
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