Sodomy, Screwing Him with the Word
Say it Again challenge
In the beginning, his name was Nameless.
In the end, his name was Adam.
All that was left was the void of the Middle.
Fruit me your rib, seed inside my slits, jaw my rattling body.
My lily’s turret is all yours, Darling.
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Come find me where the body has no name for itself.
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The later interpreters pissed in front of Lot’s windows,
The disguised names came to them Unknown.
Sodom then couldn’t unload in the Middle.
Out them blind out, hole them cross whole, down them hold hard!
Run! I am your pillar of salacious salt, Sweetheart.
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Come find me where the body has no name for itself.
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They made the lay-next-to-him side wrong.
Sweats of olfactory musk remain.
We’ve left whole-nesses in the Middle.
Sun our new son, guilt your God’s sake, stone my cherry pick.
Oh, I’d be so turned on, Dearest.
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Come find me where the body has no name for itself.
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Intractable bits that have no Middle.
Just a far right.
Not fractal energy.
Just worthlessness.
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Come find me where the body has no name for itself.
About the Creator
Paul Aaron Domenick
I write to break the psyche in half. What good are words unless they turn us upside down and shake us?
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