#ofoffence

Send me a prompt and I’ll write a 4-5 sentence drabble about it.

i am my mother’s daughterwith a goat’s braying laughand i have love affairs withmountains and magpiesand it’s no wonder myhusband is a snakebecause i am mymother’s daughterand i love all thewild things thatsneak andslitherandh i s s.i am my husband’s second wife’slover with iron wood limbs anda spine like a mountain range’sridge and a touch like ice thatbegins to burn all at once andeyes like coal and teeth like awolf and we are mothers whobleed for our babies, no oneelse understands the bloodwe will (we HAVE) shed forthem.

i am one of the holy mothers,don’t you know there are manyof us?

don’t you know that we teach otherwhat it means to be like iron and meltlike the bellies of churning stars andhow to love snakes and bend kneesto kings drunk of fury and yet be willing,in the end of all things, to put a sword totheir throats?

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                    -----W-What are you?” The words were out of Eddie’s mouth before she could back away from the ....whatever he was. Her eyes scanned him quickly as she kept backing away.

don’t scratch the snatch

JFC.

literally wish i could draw this picture. small, like five foot nothing, crawling up a ladder with a lit cigarette and a towel, throws the cigarette down and says, “brought the towel so i don’t scratch my snatch!” then when she gets in the window her husband is holding her legs and she says something like “shoulda worn my shorts, these britches are too tight!” and then as he talks “shut up! jus’ shut up an’ hold my legs!!!”

“If you’re here to start a bar fight would you at least alert me beforehand so I can save the booze?” 

♛ ┆ ░░  ❛ Make no wrongdoing of the sort to SPEAK TO ME like that again. ❜

It started with a slip of paper amidst his neglected textbooks–– “FIGHT ME THO.” Which he replied with a post it on the front of his locker (which, unsurprisingly, was more often without a padlock than with)–– “WHERE. WHEN.” 

So here he is, at the WHERE. and the WHEN. (behind the bleachers, 3:45pm). It’s enough to say that he was expecting one of his brothers, or his sisters even, or that smart-but-weird guy in fourth period with the sgraggly build and the name like a fish (marlin?). 

But he was not expecting this. A girl in a plaid miniskirt and leather jacket, brandishing a baseball bat of all things.

‘ Shit, this is the girl scout meeting, isn’t it.                                                                     I’ll be on my way. ’