Monday, February 10, 2020

" hey, grondelski " __ 016 __ disposal



/ Disposal /


Me and me pals wrapped her up in her own clothes and a few of ours, some bits of plastic we found lugged her through the streets trussed up, past jeering louts and Chinese students, the smell of her cunt upon our fingers, to a towering laurel beneath which we stuffed her to be with the dry brown leaves in the earthen bed.

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