Odes to a Trojan
by Cheryl, posted on September 3rd, 2010 in Red Writing Hood
Okay, listen. I don’t know why I have two consecutive posts that somewhat have to do with sex. Really. I never write about this stuff. Well, sometimes I do, but not usually back-to-back. Or front-to-front, as the case may be. Whatever.
Today’s post is for The Red Writing Hood and is based on this prompt that Ericka picked probably just to torment me. Because she’s like that. Anyway, it’s to write a poem or prose piece from the perspective of a broken inanimate object. For some reason, my topic is what I thought of immediately.
Why, I do not know. I hate them. Ick. And that is why I have a third child.
The end.
I kid, I kid.
So here, for your reading pleasure (?), is a haiku and a prose piece.
Oh Shit!
The latex gripped tight.
But the sticky fluid seeped
From the very tip.
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The Ones that Got Away
Tossed out of the window
as the car sped into the night.
Landing in the gutter
that led to the ocean.
Used.
Breathless moans
hot
hot
and then
rudely yanked off
thrown out like garbage
and yet
still full of life
except
for the the ones that got away.
In their haste
the two in the car
didn’t notice
the small hole
through which
they would now
always
be connected.
Tags: red writing hood, sex, there was a hole, they're screwed, trojan
Gutter gutter gutter!
Leslie Says:
Seriously, you’re cracking me up with these!
Betsy Says:
Cheryl Reply:
September 3rd, 2010 at 12:55 pm
I know! I have no idea what my problem is!
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