January 5, 2024 | Fiction
Take Me to Your Gravel World
Frances Schnepff
all these changes in my life were made without my consent
all these changes in my life were made without my consent
I wanted you to count on me—if not as a lover, then at least as an object for your using.
Normalcy has no moment to collapse because it is absent from the start.
Sometimes he’ll cum on my face, and I’ll have to hear about it in one of his poems.