Magdalena

Magdalena
by Harutyun Mackoushian
Photo by Blair Black
The rising oddness on the five expansive hidden sides beyond the sweated face, bleeding and concerned, how it’s sucking the sweat, which is on her face, and I step in with my will, I wipe the sweat, which is pouring off her face, and I stare steadily at the confusion that is consuming her face. Dehydration, and here she smiles at that horizontal word that meets and twists on the rising oddness on the five expansive hidden sides that are bleeding her face steadily and causing this sweat on her face. And the light breaks on her features, causes to me a sexual climax; during it I tear her address book. She is praying now, afraid from this sweat, which is pouring off her face, transports the light and reflects on my naked chest, plantal and filled with grass. She wants to eat that thoracic grass, and the more she eats, the more the sweat pours off her face. She shows me her vagina, asks me to eat that grass that is on her vagina, and the oddness increases on her face while I eat the grass on her vagina, blood and sweat blending on her vagina, my chest is wet now, close from her breaths and teeth. She wants more from this light, which shows us like shadows under the low-ceiling in the small room that filled with zebra print chairs. She stares steadily at those zebra print chairs while I’m still eating the wet grass that is on her vagina, and her age is showing.