This is my entry for today's five minutes freewrite hosted as usual by the lovely @mariannewest.
The prompt of today's exercise is 'Fart'. Yes, it is spelt correctly and no, I have no idea why it was picked. Of course I wrote a poem on it; I live for stuff like this. Enjoy.
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Time starts:17:57pm.
She blamed the meat
Gathering flies like friends
In the basin beneath the wobbly seat.
They were rotten she said.
I stared, barely breathing,
Nose twitching, a sneeze beginning
But my lips remained sealed.
Skin like night,
Lips like hibiscus,
Soft as silk, I could tell.
Her round bum touched my hips
With each gentle bump of the bus.
But the smell, God, the smell.
Just to feel her flesh
Hold me in.
I sipped the taste of her stomach
Within my lips, my stomach clenching,
My nose hairs tingling, sneeze leaving.
She waved her dainty hands
And muttered about hygiene and health,
I slowly crumbled beneath the weight
Of the fart that she had shared.
I apologised and she grew mad.
Accused me, me, of manners.
I stared as the sunshine left her face
And I saw the cruel glint of malice.
But it was late, I had eaten too much ass,
I passed out.
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