40. "RE: and you? (add on about yaself)" In response to In response to 0
Minor things rattle me and explosions make me sit still. I am stagnant and productively doing so... at this moment in nothingness, movement is internal.
Up to this day I never see him anymore. Heard whispers about His gatherings, Hundreds of ladies Or even thousands ready to swallow his pour -ing seedlings… rain showers these women bathed in, thinking his semen was some kind godly power.
I never got used to that.
Or him, being away from me. But truly, who was I to Try to capture him, solely?
He was owned by Every damn female's sex ...in the city.