The conversation lasted into the
long tooth hours of the night.
She read her textbooks and then heard a mouse with its tail barely caught in a glue trap. It squealed as if it were dying. In my heart I believed it was savable. In the agony I imagined him dreaming of fields and insects and seeds.
She had these cold gray eyes.
In one quick movement, she took off
one of her clodhoppers and smashed its brains out. She cleaned her shoe with a tissue, she said, I neither hate the mouse nor love it, it’s just a thing. At that moment I was pretty sure she was psychotic.
We’re both drunk, I kept watching her ass in that tight black dress.
She said in a very automated voice, I suppose you want to fuck me now and then slithered out of the dress.
Pussy is pussy
But I couldn’t do it. I told her to put her clothes back on and not kill anything on the way out.
Rated for Teens(13+) 
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My latest book, Sleep Always Calls, is available on Amazon. Hardcover and Kindle are available now, and the paperback will be out very soon. Here's a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEeNcBC_mnM
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The gentlemanly thing to do. Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Congrats on the book my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, my friend.