Revelations On The Toilet Seat

“Come for me, baby,” he says as he comes, cavalierly, into me. He finishes with a smile, rolls off, finishes his drink. He got what he wanted, now off to the next thing on his list. Check. Check, please.

I offered myself to him on a silver platter. He told me he’d already eaten, but sits down to have a nibble anyways, and leaves me completely devoured – skin, bones and all. I am nothing but a memory – where did she go? Who’s that shadow, left behind only by the place card marking her name?

I showed you the first few pages of my book, and now you think you know the whole story. You don’t.