Junkyard Infatuation by Wanderer-of-Ruin, literature
Literature
Junkyard Infatuation
Junkyard Infatuation
You see all that shit.
All that twisted metal and broken glass.
That's my lover.
Lead pipes and protruding metal rods -
Those are my phallic fantasies.
Those gaping holes of rusted metal and car windows devoid of glass-
Those are my vaginal visions.
The cold and smooth iron moving under me is as comforting as a womans breast
I slide across my metallic dream with little fear.
My lovers only flaw is the possibility of contracting tetnas.
Climbing to the top I explode with life.
I stand squared on the mound as it writhes , clinking and crashing below.
The mountain begins to crumble, the junk tumbles down
and I