Luna

Field trips meant the man could take shelter from tht rain and run inside their little shack and wait up till the children came and he shook his hand with each and everyone of the tiny little hands till he couldn't stand without feeling the faint jittering in his legs. He welcomed them with a huge fake smile that came right from deep within. He hated his life and he hated the man that he thought he had become. Foul and perverse, a life half lived in an insane desire to up those who were around him. SO the next morning as he wakes up from a busy dream, he stuffs the pockets of emptiness around his wife's body with left overs of his warm blanket. Her body like the filling of puffy blanket pastry. He tip toes to the ledge of the window and edges his toes past the ledge and tips his body into freefalling. Soldier Number One Out.

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Out of sheer boredom she wanted to loose her virginity soon and the sooner it was lost the sooner she had one less thing to do. She wanted to loose it to the man her mother had brought home saying that he was her boyfriend, why they couldn't share eluded the young girl. She lies on the couch at night, drawing up images in her head of her nipples being suckled by that man, and him gently chewing the softness around her nipple. Her fingers were where she imagined his to be, and as she came she thrust her thumb forward, to warmth and wetness. And as she flings her hands upward in the air, she brings downwards a knife right into her navel. She believes she can feel the tip of the knife poking into the finger inside her vagina. She feels wet, this time with blood all around her. She closes her eyes as she brings the knife back upwards and brings it down on her trachea. She thought she'd die if she couldn't have him. That's as far as making a point as she could.