By Marie-Louise McGuinness
You wielded your blade and lanced my trust until, pus-like, it spilled from me in nausea and bile, and mucous-tinged tears, until my husk was hollowed and bare.
For the taste of dewy lips and buttermilk skin, you bartered with memories, fortified from twenty years of echoing laughter and the gap-toothed smiles of our children. Once cherished, they now seep, tainted, into muddy pools of disgust.
Your gamble lost and yet, it is me paying for her bitten silk pillows and your sweaty release with glares from our rudderless offspring; and you rest contentedly, slick and spent from your carnal delight.
Wow! Brilliant.
Thank you so much!
A truly powerful piece in few words-superb!
Thank you!!
Absolutely genius!
Wow, thank you!
The genius of wrath! Excellent.
Thanks!
ML, great writing again. Keep up the good work.
Thanks so much Susie!!
Brilliantly written. A potent insight into the narrator’s feelings of disgust.
Thank you!
You evidently kissed the Blarney-stone.