108: He’ll take it if She lets you
‘So I’m still in love with you. I’m not sure how to say, I mean, you know. That is, I can’t seem to crawl on my baby ass to your bright blue toenails and say. I’m sorry, it may have slipped your mind in all the fear induced by the world of opinions, but I do believe that I belong to you. Then you will weep. Not cute, like heaving and snorting, huffing and puffing kid of sobs.
“I’m sorry!” you’ll scream between swallowing globs of your own nose running. “I don’t want your fucking apologies goofball,” I’ll say.
“Oh yes you do, you little liar! Sneaky brat!”
“Hey, watch it buster, who you calling a brat? That aint my name.”’
‘Juniper, stop’ says the love of my life, rolling over baby purple tinted grey sheets. ‘I can’t’ I cry. ‘I’m with you. There’s nothing I can do.’
‘Chin up cleaver boy, those toes must move without me. I was dead in that body until your touch and tone resurrected me. My love, hush. Write. Your stories are where I am alive. I have chosen to live inside of you. Give me a little recognition would you, in the deepest part of your darkest dream riddled nights, you need me too; I am lying right beside you.’ She wipes her puffy eyes and starts picking her nose. ‘Don’t look!’ she giggles and pulls away. This part is gross. I just have to get it. Feels like its been in there all night. Think so? Ha! I’m glad I didn’t swallow it again and die.’
I chase her rolls with my reaching, dragging my thighs closer, as close as I possible can to her fidgety frame. ‘Look, I don’t care about your shit. You got it. I got it. Your mums got it. My dogs got it. Give me some attitude baby! Look me in my sweet baby boy steal blue eyes, pupils expanding the depths of the monstrous girl inside of me, pushing his baby blues to the borders of her iris. Butt naked, on all fours. The wind pushing his thighs a little further apart, begging like brat she is. She always takes what she wants.
He’ll take it if she lets you.’