1_36th: mother

Monday, March 31, 2008

mother

Morther was a sand slut: slick and =inside – empty as an old sea slug washed ashore; dangerous as tendrils on a man-o’-war, her red tresses wet with the salt water of the summer sea clung to her milk pure breast seldom exposed to the burning sun endlessly blistering my lobster back. as I stood at... Sign in to see full entry.

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