Fantasy for sadness

The feet became straight because they were always being dragged against the floor after the knees. They cut the tendons. After four months the voice wouldn't come any more, or only a dry whisper. They cut the vocal chords. Everything they did was a kindness. What's no longer used is no longer needed and it becomes a weight, a choke on freedom. They let the eyes be sewed shut. It was good to shuffle under the table. There were likes. Hot sperm on the flat of the tongue. But best of all the tongue stretched out really taught with a drop of cunt liquid on the tip.

 

dariush sokolov