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Toilet Ghost
By Rochelle Roberts At night a girl haunts my toilet. I see the shadow of her in the hallway, hear the bathroom door open, bare feet on cold tiles. I have never seen her face but in the mornings I find clumps of her hair, long black strands floating in the water like tentacles. She…
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=== Spiritual Shits===
By Jen Cheng When I make a serious spiritual shift Like really let go of my old baggage, I have some serious spiritual shits. The most recent one was when I had released a block to my voice Four big shits in one hour. Pooping last week’s meal but also karma from several past lives.…
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Plastic Bottle Douche
By Adrian Rodriguez You really want me To use this? An 8 ounce Fiji bottle, Spring water from a colonized island behind a plastic rim Ribbed for no one’s pleasure, To douche Out. Yes. Alright. Don’t laugh. How can I not. __ Damn, babe, it’s so clear So damn clear, babe. So clear. So my…
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Toilets: The Substance Of Grace
By Daniel Tiernan I need to get off this bus and find a toilet. Cow tongue for dinner probably wasn’t the best choice last night. So much for being adventurous. Yup, I’m getting off. It’s pouring rain and I don’t think there’s a public restroom in the area. There wasn’t one in the grocery store…
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Uncertainty On A Wad Of Angel Soft
By Bryn Wickerd Hurling while your tits hurt is a shitty way to start a paradox. Reason leads it’s just a birth control tantrum and despite a dick sneezing raw several days a week for the last three months it’s clear this is a you-problem. Go back a few months to when being naked below…
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Like pissing the entire world out
By Vera Linder Drops raining in a bloody sea it is a brawl of bolted words. A fasting that lasted far too long. The stain of the non-repeatable whitens the throat with asphalt, it forces tonsils in statues that majestic govern dunes, silent of what one can’t be able to say, grains that are annoying…
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The Afternoon I’d Not Understand For a Decade
By Jennifer Kelley Standing outside Monticello the abode of my favorite genius, The darkness grabbed me by the ankles and tugged me under, It was the 8th grade trip to the East Coast my first time traveling without my parents. Instead, packed into the bus with my long-lost best friend and a handsome boy who…
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His Majesty’s Greatest Menace
By Matt Magee The King’s sumptuous robe lay on the floor Paved with stones of gold, with his sweaty cheeks Pressed against the filigreed porcelain throne Inlaid with jewels and dancing arabesque angels. He itched his breakfast-crusted beard, and sneezed, And a lump of steamy turd dropped out from his arse. The plop against the…
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Full of Shit
By Jaime Lynn Becker I am full of shit. It’s not a metaphor It is literal. Bowlfuls Daily Hourly I’m more on the toilet than off And, I haven’t even eaten breakfast yet This piece is from The Feminist Toilet #1. To go back and read more, click here.
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Journey to the City of Loos
By Isabel White If Bazalgette hadn’t given in to bricks! ~ We would come to this place on high days and holidays; join the ponging throng headed for the fragrant city on yonder hill, Shitopolis. Once through the gates and greeted by an army of flunkies we would be guided to our own private palace…