june contest

ALL TO MYSELF

The modest burial of my sister went well.
I am left tired, and there is a nip in the air.
Her death bewilders everyone barring me. She was generous, wholly gave me everything possible but one.
I need warmth, the one only Uncle Tade could give. I lie in wait for him.
He is here. His organ taut and pushing against his trousers’ zip as if wanting to break free.
I stare intently, wearing a whimsical frown. He penetrates me; I smile. “I have it all to myself now. It is good my sister is out my way.” I mutter.

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