From A Year of 100-Word Thoughts

Copyright 2021 A. R. Gregory


Whore of Whores 


Close your eyes and try to forget her. But how? She even slips into your mind’s shuttered darkness, even into your dreams. And what a dresser, a flirt, even a wily wit! The sight, the sound, the touch, smell, even taste of her! How can you live, even exist, without it all? Her ardent lovers, hopeless addicts all, call her their everything, though to the less materialistic she’s simply “the world.” And her unyielding price? Just your constant gaze, your wholehearted attention, a lifetime of adoration. Only after your final, dying orgasmic jerk will you find yourself free of her.