Dripping from a black sweating fuck cloud
the condensation fell to the street
and nearly skimmed her pre-pubescent face.

Smoke rose from the sewers
and the smell of shit
tickled the back of her throat
like a toxic cough drop
left by a unsuspecting friend
with the cruelest intentions.

One hundred and thirty pounds.
One hundred and twenty seven pounds.
She ticked off the weight and slimmed
down for the summer she's been waiting for
all her short life.

For, in two weeks
Jimmy Merant would be beneath her
trying to push her tits
above her chin,
and drunk grinning
his way to another notch
on his bedpost.

Realizing all this
she walked through the slushing
streets to Julies house
and stuck things in her
for days.

04/09/2009

Posted on 04/09/2009
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