by

Wendy Chapman

 

Go ahead.

Sip that coffee-

Black.

 

Peer out over this river

Of nameless faces.

 

Judgement waters

Your eyes

Like pre-cum.

 

Don't think I don't know

That I can't feel

Those waves of contempt

Crash over me.

 

Suck on my sweet smile,

On my coy, demure shell.

 

Suck on it, and choke, bitch.