Issue Two - Natalie N. Narine
Protocol
Realization is the missing image from a compact makeup mirror
Wedding ring dermatitis helps to cure the Mrs. fist to face syndrome
Eyes heat hot coffee performing acrobatics to support her children
Revealing pink panties as she uncrosses her legs
Scratch and sniff memos
Ham and cheese sandwiches in a bathroom stall
Jerking off with a paper bag over your head
Wonder bread probability burnt around the edges
Frail
Five tormenting nights
Seduction
Mounting blatant obsession
Eyes won't obstruct
Writhing bed a battlefield
Torrid for dark and sinful
Attaining new finagled stature
Recreational strength
Subservient on scraped knees
Mouth ample
Forcing you in
Muffling moans
Swallowing greedily
The aftermath
Shaken, tears shameful
Vanishing rapidly
Angrily tossing plates
I must obtain another chocolate cake.
Changes
My pursed lips tugging the silver umbilical
cord through your navel
Each inch stimulating like a vibrator
on a virgins clit
Exposing secrets along a life line
Each inch wrapping itself like a
turban around my crown
Squeezing the consciousness
Each inch suffocating like playing
sadomasochistic huff games
Blacking out from reality
Peanut butter and jelly may taste
exquisite together, but still a meal
in a child's lunch box
Realizing I'm holding jump rope
instead of the lining to a cloud
The school bell warns two mins.
to recess
Shedding a constricting uniform
Look upon my rebellious,naked flesh
I regain flight.