To the Man Who Shouted “What does your pussy taste like?!” as I Ran By
By Courtney LeBlanc It tastes briny, like the ocean. It surges, waves pounding the surf, punishing the sand simply for always being there, for always being present, for never leaving well enough alone. I keep running, ready to drown him in a sea of my pounding feet. Previously published by Rising Phoenix Review. Courtney LeBlanc [...]