The Canary Cowards

by Jescie Hall

I must be high. Faded sweats over here is looking fine as fuck with these painkiller goggles.

We're both losing this game, and I can't believe I'm even thinking this, but I've never loved losing more.

But fear quickly stamps that anticipation as I eye the school bus full of children he thinks he's driving into me.

Lake Decker made love to me. He doesn't need to fuck me. I've successfully found a way to fuck myself.

That's the one thing I hate about tits. They're like erections for women. Coming alive when they shouldn't, acting irresponsible and selfish, showcasing your needs to the world. It's incredibly embarrassing and uncalled for.