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Acid Girl, deathblowjob, L.S.Diva, monster squirrel fetish, mutant cells, obedient bodies, Poetry, sonnet
I tell you, sex with a nightmare is odd
but fun. No, it wasn’t a monster squirrel
fetish; she was, in fact, a disease god.
— L.S.Diva aka Acid Girl
aka Small Disease God — I don’t know
exactly the disease she embodied,
a small one, I suppose. The term, “deathblow
job” was hers. Obedient bodies’ need
to feed did not excite her. “You’re immune
system’s failure is what I want,” she’d grunt,
her long forked tongue crazily twined with mine,
fingers touching the lump in my breast. “Soon,
soon.” I don’t mind being loved for my mutant
cells, who can say of cancer, “fuck benign.”