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Awake in a daze

She won’t be going back home.

It stank of sweat and beer.

The faeces she could imagine

Smeared over his body.

As she licked it off in modest glory.

Look what I've ACHIEVED!!!

‘I love you darling,’

And she did.

Despite the lack of veil.

The cheap net curtain substitute

that her friend knocked up.

So kind of her.

A cherished kindness, they moved apart.

When he entered her.

All she imagined was Alien Invasion.

A cold wet night of slurried mud.

He waded around in delirium.

And all the while she was beneath his feet.

But sometimes she tried to remember him.

The cold acrid atmosphere of truffle hunt

Put a stop to that.

Naked now, she stands in the pouring rain.

Holding her thumb as a gift.

Who knows who will stop.

What life can tenderly offer.

Swirl it thoughtfully round your palette?

And swallow the blood, sweat, semen, tears.

- Simon Huggins, 10th November 1991