REBORN AND REBOUND

Cotton rolled around in his mouth, snagging on the sharp bit of an old filling. It was excruciating work. The mother's tongue of indecisive daughters is a hateful trap when unguarded by maternal trust. It's rampant disknowledge a curse to the orators of feeling and assumption. The mouthpiece of freedom and honestly seems locked in a distant battle which will never draw near but cause supply shortages when you most feel their need. She felt pity remembering a time when she witnessed a man trampled by a feminine victory, and curious about her feeling victorious and prideful herself. Was there an automatic win within her breast, or was she just climbing around on a monkey gym of stupid standards. When he came home and saw his daughter hurting on the inside he became overwhelmed with disgust at boys and brothers and sons and fathers before they were grown and ultimately himself but couldn't say anything about it also there wasn't anything to say. It was vanity or pride or not being able to tell the difference. She fantasized about being raped as a shy cheerleader in the cab of the quarterback's pickup because it was a fantasy that made it easy to hate men, she had no interest in being raped herself. He flipped out and threw the burnt loaf into the trash but it had nothing to do with the bread or the trash and he burned himself in the meantime which made him angrier but he had nothing else to throw so he activated his voice and cursed the stove but it had nothing to do with the stove either. She felt like someone was in her mind opening doors and slamming them.

Written by RALEIGHXXX at 10:44:00 PM

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