Streams and Schemes

by Rebecca Kinkade

“Don’t touch her. If you put your hands on her one more time, I’ll rip them off and then sue you for getting blood on my suit. Am I fucking clear?”

oh fuck, I let you finish inside of me…” “Thank you, by the way.” “Not helping!”

Women bleed every month and literally grow babies in our bodies. There’s no reason we can’t fight like Kodiak bears and fuck like Valkyries.

Best I can do is live beneath her skin—in her heart and on her mind. Maybe if I take up enough space there, I can block out some of the pain.