excerpt from (my) threemarys' recent post
today, as i sit here, ignoring the knife all the way in the glove compartment far away from me on this couch, i think about binging... about stuffing myself so full of whatever makes me feel good... a sort of oral masturbation... rubbing the lips, shoving things into the deep pink tissue, praying for some release of something like ecstasy... the slow cum of drool as i lay back and close my eyes, thankful for this pleasure.
but i am tired of being fucked with food - expanding not with love but with adipose tissue.
so i sit here with no glass of wine, no bowl of ice cream and no knife - now what?
to what do i turn before the abilify gets here?
(for the entire post, check out THREEMARYS community on LJ)
xoxo
but i am tired of being fucked with food - expanding not with love but with adipose tissue.
so i sit here with no glass of wine, no bowl of ice cream and no knife - now what?
to what do i turn before the abilify gets here?
(for the entire post, check out THREEMARYS community on LJ)
xoxo