Dentist

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Depersonalization

I rotate up to a 45° angle. Head on the ground legs in the air.

It is a cool dark evening and I am safe and sheltered in my warm winter coat. I am in the park near the highway. I hear the traffic rumble in the distance. Nearby a crow pecks at a stick and hops around cawwing.

Rotations done for the day I head home.


It is sometime after bedtime and I am awake under warm heavy weighted blankets.

A coppery taste comes up from my throat. I ponder taking a vegetable peeler to my flesh. My legs bend back at the hips at a 90° angle. I am a worm. I pull at my face nuzzling my cheeks against my hands my soft squishy flesh comforting in sensory feeling. Between my false ribs throbs a dull ache.


I wake up at 1:00 AM with my cock twitching and my nipples aching. I masturbate to fantasies of being tied up, forced femmed, put in latex and groped and raped.

This morning I feel like the dried crust at the bottom of an unwashed coffee cup. I reach over to my phone on my the desk beside my bed to look for some of my favorite porn. It is 10:09 AM and I have a dentist appointment soon.

Ah fuck!

I struggle out of my floral jam jams and into a pair of deep blue jeans. I pull on a long sleeved red shirt and pick up my morning meds and rush out the bedroom to the door. On the way hurrying to the bus stop I phone the dentist.


On the way to the coffee shop it seems as if those around me are puppets moving all stiff and herky-jerky. The yellow crane in a nearby building under construction becomes a little toy. Toy cars and toy houses and toy people.

I take a shit in the coffee shop after talking to a cute girl.

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Post Date
2022-11-26
Author
Molossus Spondee
Place
Downtown
Vancouver
Tag
Coffee
Dating
Dentist
Rotations
Transgender

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