Slumpless

Her skin was perfect… pristine.

I imagined her having sex.

Perfect and perfunctory..

Boring.

There would be no wobble.

No bounce.

She would be loud from the throat but not the gut.

Did she sweat I wondered?

Probably not.

She sipped on water and chewed on lettuce.

How sad I thought.

Poor rabbit.

I turned away to gaze at the ducks.

Calm on the surface.

She seemed stagnant to the core.

A child tripped over, sprawled on the floor.

Miss perfect’s lips turned up at the edges.

A splendid,slow sneer,slithered across her face.

I saw malice in those cerulean blues

And felt a chill in my blood.

And pity.So much pity

For a world that trusts perfection.

(c) Slumpless