diary
I have developed a deep appreciationg for public toilets, having scoured so many across the city, out of necessity. Not that I suffer diarrhea, but its usually best to keep your taboo vices behind closed doors.
My limbs are aching, the inner beast is nipping.
And I feel my willpower slipping.
I find a beautifully post-modernist toilet haven and enter the last stall. I've procured a case for my tools of the trade, casually under the guise of ______________. Removing my bag of used___, a ___ wrapped in toilet paper, and the red __, I get to work.
The crook of my elbow is scarred on both sides. I roll up my sleeves, smothering my __ arm between my legs for a makeshift _)__.
I breathe deep.
Hold that breath.
One swift movement, and this warmth replaces the cold, unforgiving itch.
I float away, cool as a cucumber, my steps are slow and lazy, they pour into each other dripping like honey.
My limbs are aching, the inner beast is nipping.
And I feel my willpower slipping.
I find a beautifully post-modernist toilet haven and enter the last stall. I've procured a case for my tools of the trade, casually under the guise of ______________. Removing my bag of used___, a ___ wrapped in toilet paper, and the red __, I get to work.
The crook of my elbow is scarred on both sides. I roll up my sleeves, smothering my __ arm between my legs for a makeshift _)__.
I breathe deep.
Hold that breath.
One swift movement, and this warmth replaces the cold, unforgiving itch.
I float away, cool as a cucumber, my steps are slow and lazy, they pour into each other dripping like honey.