The Upjut in the Residuum, image by Daniel Y. Harris
Most of the Facilities
Hips
wind into oil
How
small she was, the cottage throat silenced.
Slamming
into that,
he hitched
her machines
processing
pussy heat
She
twisted machinery
flicking
used flesh
her factories
panted
complex
words into glorified chemical fingers
lubrication
for final fur
with
forward sudden pressure he operated her spinning chest
the
penetration my blades forced back
dripping,
her products thrust
cock…workshops
that yowled of century steel
Factories
water Tia’s assemblies,
Her head
raw with milling against product
She
pressed parts as streams outdoors
into
which her heavy equipment
continuously
lifting back
shivered
sinuously
Most
the facilities process space and steam by pet.
—Alex
S. Johnson
