honea byrne

“Put him in the back.”                                     WASSAWASAW             “But, he told us not to.”             “I don’t give a fuck what he said. The guy’s making my truck smell like puke!”             The beat up truck pulled over to the side of the inner state (I-10). They man handled me. Threw me in the back (bed) of the truck. The moon was replaced with the rising sun. There were five teenage girls tied together with ropes. Stained wool blankets covered their nude bodies. Their eyes were glazed over. I couldn’t quit vomiting into a five gallon bucket.             Off of the beaten path...

When we get back to Mom’s house, they were all gone. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect opportunity. –and uh, she unleashed herself with a vigor I ain’t never seen outta’ her before. Ripping the shirt off of me. Unleashes me in the mode. Animalistic’ly biting her neck, sliding my hand up her shirt. Rip off her bra’ and shirt. “TAKE ME TAKE ME. NOW!” “I’ll take you there, baby.”             I deduce that we had too much energy pent up-TILL NOW! That’s why WE WERE ARGUING. THAT’S WHY I WAS HAVING TORTURING EMOTIONS.                                                 THOUGHT-                        ...