Experimental

Broken

Heads, hands, hearts; I heard a hard hand hanker after the whole of me; wanker: wander, wondrously, waiting for a minute, a moment of magnificence, mutely, mindfully, munificently, which means what? Orgasmically I ogle an oh-so-open wound, masterfully. Awfully, I am attracted, attached to an oh-so-open, whimpering, wound; hopefully I will, I want, to help, to heal; I harm. I hurt. The oh-so-open, whimpering, wonderful wound festers wickedly, wantonly in the façade of our ominous, flickering, fucking; fucking hell, fucking a hole, the whole of my wondrously wicked, wanton self; Our heads, Our hands, Our hearts…bestially broken.

Naomi Bullivant