Particularly Rainy Day


The toaster is at the door Whelping let me in Will you.


Our sink is singing its song Make it stop doing this Won’t you.


The floor is aflame Don’t dance on it any longer Please.


My imagination is loaded Be careful not to get hurt Thankyou.


Marc Thomas


Tryst Everything in the room is white or plain wood. The square bed has been stripped of its cover and pulled out from the wall. Geri in the centre, hums Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood and folds her legs in half-lotus position. Tom walks slowly, circles the bed, sits behind her. His thighs touch her hips, he massages her neck with a hard palm motion, she un-crosses her legs, pulls herself forward, he puts two fingers in to her anus, lifts himself on his knees. She straightens, tips him over, pins him down, and bites hard on his ear. Tom flinches, orgasms. Geri lets go, pokes out her bloody Tongue.


David Foster Morgan 11


Page 1  |  Page 2  |  Page 3  |  Page 4  |  Page 5  |  Page 6  |  Page 7  |  Page 8  |  Page 9  |  Page 10  |  Page 11  |  Page 12  |  Page 13  |  Page 14  |  Page 15  |  Page 16  |  Page 17  |  Page 18  |  Page 19  |  Page 20  |  Page 21  |  Page 22  |  Page 23  |  Page 24  |  Page 25  |  Page 26  |  Page 27  |  Page 28  |  Page 29  |  Page 30  |  Page 31  |  Page 32  |  Page 33  |  Page 34  |  Page 35  |  Page 36  |  Page 37  |  Page 38  |  Page 39  |  Page 40