A moment in my throne


I sat and looked down my porcelain throne.

My eyes paid homage to a single pubic hair lying black in the white surface.

I was careful not to sit on it — even if it’s relatively harmless.

I don’t know why but I can’t help but look at people’s remnants as some kind of threat.

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