The litter was calling me, like granulated pieces of my broken past.
But pooping on the floor was all I had left. Theyâd taken everything else from me, that night my world came crashing down. A knife in the dark, a cold table. My manhood, gone, along with the rest of the garbage.
Her scent is what brought me back. That hint of sex, and cheap perfume, that told me she was out to get laid, and wouldnât be back to feed me until morning.
Cat Payne [DesertRat22225]
