Playground: Child of Divorce

by Aron Beauregard

It looked like a small sack of marbles splattered with steamy pizza sauce, with the occasional brown mushroom rearing its ugly head.

The crusty scab of Geraldine’s ruptured hemorrhoid was moistening with each lick from Rock’s massive tongue.

Geraldine rubbed her sagging breast with one hand and her pruned clit—it looked like a giant, chewed raisin—with the other. She then dragged the moist, ruptured wound up to his nose and brought the firm cluster of fecal-caked ’rhoids into his quivering mouth.

Rock allowed the throbbing hemorrhoids to enter his mouth, suckling upon them, tasting the bits of bitter feces, faint traces of blood, and mucus from the tiny holes in the skin lining. Holding his vomit down, he soldiered on.

‘Time is precious; it goes fast. Eyes on the clock as you find your path. Don’t be a snail, don’t linger long, or you shall feel . . . Mildred’s scorn’ . . .”

Then, while she ate out the rotten ass of her mother’s cadaver, she could also stare into the thawing eyes inside her decapitated head.

Before you take to the Playground, you wake at dawn. And eat your breakfast so you grow up strong. There’s a prize at the bottom, right where it belongs. Only once you have it will you see that you were the prize all along . . .’ ”

As the blood squirted from her wounds, the fan blew it back in her face. Jazmine looked like a human voodoo doll that had gone to Hell.

‘Skip-It ten times and feel the cut. Then fling it into the goal or get blown up’ . . .”

This room is simple: Just take two shots. Either make the baskets, or the blade will drop. Heads will roll, bodies will flop. Because a measly neck won’t withstand the chop’

She wasn’t the type of girl to let life beat her down. She beat the shit out of life until it molded to accommodate her.

‘Playground Rules: Stand in place and take your square. Touch the color shown or find despair. Keep up pace as the clock runs out, or get a squirt that’ll make you shout’ . . .”

‘Playground Rules: You must solve the puzzle before you bounce. Then once over the wall you’ll select your route. Slide all the way down and be sure not to fall. Because you’ll still need to play some dodgeball’ . . .”

Mildred loomed over him ominously, her rotten husk draped over her powerful body like a condom that had been used for generations hanging off a clean cock.

“The fertile will not be spared—they will be punished, and God Himself will understand the mistake He’s made when I break His chosen ones.”

Playground Rules: Rock, paper, scissors, pick your sign.

choose wrong and pain will be thine. Continue to play to the best of five. Then the winner must choose who will survive.”

Can’t save ’em all. Can’t even save myself . . .