Potty Talk

By Ben Moritz

The rumble and grumble that rock my world,
The quake that I’ve experienced many of times.
Here come the stomp and the flood, 
Oh, how the floodgates have opened.
The splash and the terror of that THING.
It’s come to attack and it’s not holding back.
The pain and the burn. Why did I eat that?
Oh lest it’ll happen again. 
OOHHHH, the release of pain.
That takes me back to the times, where lying on the floor 
half dead and happy. 
The orgasm of the emptiness of my tummy.

This piece is from The Feminist Toilet #2. To return to the table of contents, click here.

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