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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3466 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Green Man #2 Laurie Byro Tonight he bites her breasts like apples, splits the ivory flesh of her nipples. Once before church he caught her lighting candles and used hot wax to blister her skin. A church now will make her wet, anticipating his mouth on her. Sometimes she thought his gifts were a bouquet fading on a windowsill. After their honeymoon she realized she’d made a mistake and wept into her tea, and he laughed at her and said she liked it. Her hand shook. Tonight when he winks she sneaks out to the barn to see if the queen has delivered new kittens. She gropes along the side of the barn, English stars plummet into clouds, never enough light to show what next year brings. |
