sarah so attractive sarah so attractive... her pink centre parting and her warbling voice red welts and ingrown hairs red bumps and a pulpy, fleshy, frontal mass. from behind, a littered raw rash whiter than white gluttonous arse when she orgasms; a deep guttural sound cranks around her swollen throat like a wild boar with premature pregnancy, dying on the bed a viscous soapy discharge seeps outwards through the betta-wear linen argos costume jewellery on the mdf bedside table, two fingers up it the beige carpet smells of shake-and-vac the freejack hifi, the tweeting mobile phones, a pile of change by a belt and jeans on the floor, a uci basildon ticket stub and a receipt for a chicken meal deal at nandos. a tampon applicator and a signet ring. legs open, like a child catching a cricket ball for the first time clumsy thumbing watery semen on a panty liner pulled to the side. saliva on the pillow and grip marks on her upper arms prickly heat, blotchy bags above a yellowing mouth there's a thin line a line between aggressive sex and rape a line so thin and faint you'd barely notice it you'd barely admit it even existed but its there, like a dead pigeon in the water tank like a dog buried alive like a cold pensioner peering out of her letterbox like a group of tracksuits, bluetooth, drinking cans skate rink, dumped in the causeway marshland pylons warm with rain lost handbags and litter bins and litter bins and litter bins. fluorescent police cordon a face taking a punch. eyes rolling upwards. sick dribbling out nose water chunks on my sweater neck