some type of adult girl

rowingsworld:

rowingsworld:

I love my special sauce

My special taste for special sauce.

Now it’s something I have lost.

Glugging bottles of it whole. Now they sit, completely full. My days of sipping sweet are gone. Life’s a game, and I’m a pawn.

Oh, how I gulp and gulp again. but nothing comes, not even when… i cry and scream and toss around, still no pleasure’s to be found. I sob and yell and to I pray: God in heaven, to His dismay. For no response has come to me, no matter what the holy plea.

My special sauce I’ve loved like son, a prize in life that I have won, my only friend in mouth and cheek, without it I am sick and weak. My fingers growing black and green, my face forever so unclean, my teeth are bent and hurt and red, my stomach turning straight to lead. I cannot crawl to reach a phone, or even talk or make a moan. For all I do is scream and shriek, my jaw unhinged in ghastly pique. To writhe and wail to no exhaust - deprived of my own special sauce.

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