Friday, June 7, 2013

EIGHT DAYS A WEEK: LIKE A RAPIST


He fucked me like a lover, and like a rapist.  As if to give me every shred of love he had inside him once and for all; as if finally unleashing all the hurt and anger we both knew he felt (but which he was so careful to keep inside) and beating me into a bloody jam for taking his love and leaving.  I dug my fingers into the skin of his powerful flanks, and wept puddles into both my ears.

--p. 241

Chapter 58 of Larry Duplechan's Eight Days A Week:


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