There aren’t even tree roots this far from the mound, which is odd considering I dug holes close the bark walls inside this hollow trunk… Sex Then last night, without even being attached to the stalk, it flexed inside of my vagina on its own and throbbed inside of me like a heart so it could spew out that pink mashed potato-looking stuff out of me. “Oh my fuck… It’s only after staring up at the sky that I decided against going back. I’m shivering during the entire walk, and I’m starting to get really drowsy. I reach both hands underneath the flower and I lightly touch the vibrant pink underside of two different petals. Does that mean my vagina is tingling and warming up because there are digestive enzymes liquefying my flesh so it can feed off of me, it’s new host? “I think I need to get to the river right the fuck now,” I say, kicking the soil I dug up back into the hole before me. It feels like I just fingered myself, I think, trembling with sweet agony as I lightly trace my middle finger down the length of the petal’s underside all the way to the slit.
