werewolves don’t cry
December 12, 2007
opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling. i tried to pull myself out of the bed but felt an unexplainable pain in my balls. i’m naked and cold with dried cum in my thighs.
she’s lying beside me—blood coming out from the side of his neck. she was smiling at me and she’s naked. what a girl! even in her death she was orgasmically beautiful.
as i moved to touch her face i felt nauseous and even before i could pull my body up i vomitted near her. it was a smelly yellow liquid with bits and pieces of corn, apple, human skin, pubic hair, clitoris, a big chunk of beef and brown rice.
"you really love me huh?" i said as i stroke her hair. "i don’t know how to repay you"
i turned and kissed her cold lips. suddenly, something cold fell into my cheeks. am i crying? i shook my head in disbelief. it can’t be. werewolves don’t cry.
-werewolves don’t cry (godo joaquin; paperback coming out, fall of 2008)
