Category: Poppy Z. Brite

Poppy Z. Brite

Trevor cupped his hands around it, felt Zach’s heartbeat throbbing between his palms. The skin of the shaft was textured, slightly rippled beneath the surface. The head was as smooth as satin, as rose petals. Trevor rubbed his thumb across it, squeezed gently, heard Zack suck air in through his teeth and moan as he let it out. He could see blood suffusing the tissue just beneath the translucent skin, a deep dusky rose delicately purpled at the edges, crowned with a single dewy pearl of come. It was as intimate, as raw as holding someone’s heart in his hands.

Poppy Z. Brite

Stare at him,” said Ghost. “They won’t bite you if you keep staring at them.”Steve backed away. “They bite?”Not really. They hiss at you, mostly. The only time geese are ever dangerous is when you happen to be standing on the edge of a cliff. I heard about a guy that almost got killed that way.”By geese?”Yeah, there was a whole flock of them coming after him. All hissing and cackling and stabbing at his ankles with their big ol’ beaks. He didn’t know you had to stare them right in the eye, and he panicked. They backed him right over a fifty-foot cliff.”So how come he didn’t die?”This guy had wings,” said Ghost. “He flew away.