Silly Metaphor

Not unlike a teddy bear he felt squishy and cuddly despite the fact that he weighed nothing and was more skin than bone. It was a testament to how twisted my head made reality that I wanted nothing more than to squeeze him like a good poop. That made me giggle entirely too much and now I’m screaming internally to tell him that.

My nails dug deep into the wood like a metaphor gouging out a meaning. It was desperate and likely hopeless but the alternative was to be forgotten without ever touching the lips of another.

There’s a science to the silly, inane, and, at times, quotidian things in life. Like slipping a burger into a patty, if you do it wrong then everyone at the barbeque will get angry at you. I suppose that makes life a big science bbq and you’re just desperately groping me for the ketchup.

It’s a shit situation and you were sabotaged from the start. When it comes down to the wire there were never actually any scissors. We were handed a butterknife and told to make the best of it.

I realize that we’re holed up here like rats on a sinking ship but I feel like a kitten in a box; everything is new and exciting and holy shit there are things outside that I want to bat.

As a child, in an attempt to create as much treasure as I possibly could for future generations, I generated a disproportionate amount of trash for my size. Some say this was because I didn’t know any better but I say it was because I was a little shit and an internet activist called me out. To compensate, I counteracted any actual good they could have ever done with the force of an undergrad trying to show off to their friends at a party; I spewed everywhere.

For awhile I had thought I was a man. I acted as they did, played kickball like them, and even peed standing up. It wasn’t until any sense of sexuality that I had was sucked away in a vacuum of emotions, tension, love interests, and an actual vacuum that I came to see myself as a woman.

The dolphin slapped me in the face like the motherfucker who was my new dad. I’ve come to understand that pretty assholes do shit just like every other asshole.

It was pleasant to have his eyes grabbing me from behind and slipping inside of me. The fact that it was only his eyes was no small frustration though, I assure you.