*This excerpt has been removed as another day’s post has been posted. Keep checking back daily to get the most up-to-date Napowrimo posts:)
Explicit post: Warning! Possible trigger.
The Drop Off
your sex trapped me.
My fresh curls could not
compete with you aged mounds
of flesh I did not desire.
The fruity bubble gum should
have told me all:
the sickly melon perfumed
my car, ate at my stomach,
eroding my alliance,
down to a sugary decay of
falsehood and cunning.
Thinking nothing of sticky fly traps,
I shared my soda and
Instead of cookies, you offered love
and, of course, your sex
as the sugar started to saturate,
The friend you left behind —
not the one that offered you a ride,
the one you had in me–
dashed off her fears and turned the key.
Sweetly, I spurned your desires,
but with all the sugar everything
I dropped off your unfulfilled
desires at your doorstop.
You will come to me again,
but I will not be there.
I’ve thrown away all of my candy.