WARNING: language and content may be unpleasant
She comes home every morning, limping, reeking of sex and decay.
She makes coffee, sits across from me.
We don’t talk about it. Even as gray alien semen dribble down her thighs.
Every night, our women steal from our beds, like moths mesmerized by the phallic tower and its glaring sex light.
I try to ignore the abomination housed in her contaminated womb.
She carries it proudly… like she’s the virgin fucking Mary.
She’s bound to the bed.
I point my rifle at the screaming hole between her thighs and wait for the bastard’s head to come out.
PS because I suck at making story titles, feel free to suggest one. ^^ i hope your Christmas celebration rocked. xo 🙂