Disposable
As I sit here on the floor with the blinds closed, the deafening emptiness of the room washing over me and pinning my mouth shut, I often think of him. He always arrived at the most unexpected moments; sometimes in a rush, carelessly manhandling me and pushing me around; sometimes with the greatest delicacy (often late at night), sliding his soundless footfalls up to me and easing me open. It never really mattered that there was always that famous thin layer of plastic between us...he was so focused on keeping clean, after all. It was enough to feel his hands on me, sometimes the warmth of his feet, and I still tingle when I think of the feeling of fullness he left behind. On rare occasions he would come home with someone else; I always secretly looked forward to those times, especially when it was a woman, as there was a gentleness and respect with which she would coax me to open up.

In spite of all the cast-off emotions and detritus I had to take from him on a daily basis, I never rebelled, never complained, never expressed a wish for anything different.

Some of the memories of those times are fading now, like a scattering of hot sparks from a dying firework that wink off into the darkness of the past, but I will always know my true calling, no matter if every last person in the world stays about from me.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 9:59, 7 replies)

Describe an emotional breakdown from the perspective of a door.
Best Jeopardy question ever!
( Muns, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 10:08, closed)

Stay about from my doors?

( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 10:14, closed)

I like this.

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 10:16, closed)

^ This.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 10:30, closed)

10/10

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 11:09, closed)

Texbook binnage.

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 12:03, closed)

It took me a while to realize
you weren't going on about your stepdad's late night visits.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:13, closed)