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Awake in a daze
won’t be going back home.
stank of sweat and beer.
faeces she could imagine
over his body.
she licked it off in modest glory.
what I've ACHIEVED!!!
love you darling,’
the lack of veil.
cheap net curtain substitute
her friend knocked up.
kind of her.
cherished kindness, they moved apart.
he entered her.
she imagined was Alien Invasion.
cold wet night of slurried mud.
waded around in delirium.
all the while she was beneath his
sometimes she tried to remember him.
cold acrid atmosphere of truffle hunt
a stop to that.
now, she stands in the pouring rain.
her thumb as a gift.
knows who will stop.
life can tenderly offer.
it thoughtfully round your palette?
And swallow the blood, sweat, semen, tears.
- Simon Huggins, 10th November 1991