a thousand years

under a dying sun
and exhausted moon
someone will wonder about us
they will regale our history
our rise
our fall
will this epoch
be written as wasted?
or will names sound out
and great events be told
or will our story
be relegated
to folly
and as this world ends
will they still
hear my feint laugh?

death by dildo

The lure of free erotic toys
was just too much to take.
“Free for you, we just need a review!”
was all these manufacturers asked.
The butt plugs, wands and anal beads.
Set poor Jessie’s lascivious mind aglow.
Not knowing that death would come swiftly
upon a vibrating double dildo.