Otter Creek [m]una vez más, con sentimiento

Her face is every color at once.
Every emotion, too.
Bitter yellow.
Angry red.
Confused blue.
Finally, it lands on pleasure.
Her mouth opens.

Niño held her closer then, thumb drawing lazily circles against the rose of her cheek.
“Eres hermosa,” he breathed, “te deseé desde el momento en que te vi,” a laugh as her teeth sought his neck.
He arched himself to her bites, purr vibrating under his throat.

He had one more thing to show her.
He knew she’d like it.
Wanted it.
He flipped her in his arms, pressed into her.


Drugs are supposed to be bad.
But in a bad world, they're good.
It’s the rational response to chaos.
Creates balance.

It’s a fucked up world.
Gotta be fucked up to live in it.