A Song A Day For A Year

Quit calling me names! Wait don’t say that, youu’ll make him mad. I don’t like him mad, he starts swelling up and spills wine on the carpet. All I wanted was a cosy night in, but he dragged me out to this horrible club, with all its strange ladies making me offers underneath the tables. Anyway, he started telling me I needed to loosen up and accept one. It won’t hurt he kept whispering in my ear, his strong tongue tickling my lobe. I started shaking my leg, the beer doing funny things to me with drunken men throwing coins over my ears at Miss Gabriella onstage. Her dance wasn’t as exotic as her name. She was wearing a velvety number she dismissed of quickly, throwing it on the chair behind her and bending down to show us something i’d only ever read about, a buttcheek piercing. It was gruesome, and she spread her cheeks and it bled a little. Then out of some kind of disjointed ability she threw her head between her legs and licked the blood away. I was ready to share my breakfast with the rest of the crowd, when he stroked me. He stroked me with his pinky from my mouth to my breasts. Then he held my hand and told me it would be alright, for some reason he needed this and if I loved him then i’d let him do it. You’re my Gabriella he said trying to get me to agree, how dare he? How dare he call me that, I’m anything but a buttcheek pierced princess showing my… Oh dear, a young man on the table in front is licking the blood of her now. I look back at him, smiling at me. I puke on his nose.