afterwards, when all that remained was the coldness of silence
(and her cunt could no longer be called freshly-fucked),
she looked at me with a matter-of-factness, and said
the way you fuck me inflicts a wound to my soul that i never want to heal.
i don’t know if i hate you or love you.
i helped her decide.
i got up from the bed, and left, satiated in more ways than one.