Brainwyrms

by Alison Rumfitt

I’m a cis woman, I am in love, I’m scared, and they love thinking about that operation I had.

He called himself The Stallion. His IQ was probably slightly below that of his namesake, but his dick made up for that.

Practically a Virgin Mary, unfortunately without the miracle pregnancy. Would it be hot to get knocked up by God? The thing that made it sexy was someone cream-pieing her and getting her pregnant. Just a random pregnancy out of the blue would mean missing the best bit.

“What’s the worst thing you’ve seen so far?” “Degloved dick.”

Seeing something so horrific every now and then was good for her soul.

Samantha was a predator.

Through elastic time, they inverted one another.

she’d never know the joy of breastfeeding or whatever, the fact that breastfeeding was not really a joy or fun at all, it ached and by the end she gave up but regardless she still should have to know the pain of it, you couldn’t just veto out of womanhood because you didn’t like the smell of it you little cunt the world is not a place you make the world is a place you are made by,

Well maybe this was yet another haunted house on the haunted internet.

There were thin cuts on both her thighs, not deep but long, all the way down to the backs of her knees. It cleared her mind in the moment, but the aftermath was punishment for desiring clarity.

No girl should have to live in a room built for men.

We’re all going to die in pain, or worse. We might not die at all. We might live through it. Hold my hand and come with me into the dark.