November 2015

The mound of lard lay motionless. The girl choked down her vile as she witnessed a drop of sweat slide down the rolls of disgust. Why him? Of all the people she could’ve fucked, why him? Allowing this disgusting pile of live expiration to enter her perfect domain… Why him?

The girl groans in frustration. “You’re disgusting” she says to the body. The shirtless man does not respond. His head dangles off the edge of the heavily used bed.
The girl looks at him and see’s he’s not breathing. This comes as no shock to her, why would a lump of fat be allowed to breath? “John, if you die I’ll be quite angry. Do you remember the previous time?” She waits for a response but hears nothing, not even oxygen conversion.
“Come on” she leans over and slaps his side playfully while regretting the aftermath. She wouldn’t be surprised if the movement of his fat caused a tsunami on the other side of the earth. She cautiously crawls off the germ infested damp bed.
-Aileen Michelle – Day 3 of 30 day writing challenge

He could feel his blood vessels dilate as his breath grew shorter. His senses confusing one for another, he could hear the cold touch of the unused side of the frail bed. The shock of the freeze reverberated in his mind. His head dangled off the bed, still, not moving.

He feels a sigh come from behind him. He thought he was alone. No John, you’re not alone, not now not ever.

If only he could move, if only he could tilt his head to see who was there. If only he could breath instead of die.

­Aileen Michelle ­ Day 2 of 30 Day writing challenge

The coital remains remained as the memories worth remembering faded away. The girl let go of the sight she breathed in. Her body flustered with shine, if only she could hide her dirty flesh under these frayed covers. A sweaty body lay limp as dough a few feet from her. She kept her eyes closed, why couldn’t she be blind at this moment? Another face to forget.

-Aileen Michelle: Day 1 of 30 Day Writing Challenge