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Innocence
[…] The parrot was in the church. When the man asked whether anyone knew a reason for us not to marry, it squawked, ‘Cunt flaps.’ My bride bent double with laughter, and even though we made our vows I knew the marriage was over.
— Jul 24, 2024 11:07AM
[…] The parrot was in the church. When the man asked whether anyone knew a reason for us not to marry, it squawked, ‘Cunt flaps.’ My bride bent double with laughter, and even though we made our vows I knew the marriage was over.
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Coping
[…] When the shop’s shut, I cope by telling myself that my favourite picture of her is real. I spend my evenings at the piano, singing love songs to her photographed face, and occasionally licking the black keys because they remind me of her skin.
— Jul 21, 2024 07:52AM
[…] When the shop’s shut, I cope by telling myself that my favourite picture of her is real. I spend my evenings at the piano, singing love songs to her photographed face, and occasionally licking the black keys because they remind me of her skin.
Throughout the delicate negotiations with our families, our lips did not part for a moment. Eventually they accepted our love, so we married. We walked, tongues tangled, down the aisle. Now, after six years of marriage, we are still fused. We had our first child without stopping kissing for the conception, pregnancy or birth. Our lips are four broken scabs, and our chins always covered in blood, but we will never stop. We are far too much in love.
How my mind raced with the thought of your lips when I first read that — mine against yours. To be lost like that, wanting nothing more.
And today in equal measure, having tasted them. Wanting you.