You Skinny Black Whore -A Letter to the ‘Other Woman’

You Skinny Black Whore.

You have stolen so much from me. You lure my husband in and you give him whatever fantasy he wants. You entertain him in ways I struggle to comprehend and he is addicted to you in a way he hasn’t been to me in some time.
He stares at you- or should I say the show that you provide for him – in ways that never looks at me –pie eyed and glossed over.

I may have my own secrets, but you have secrets with him too – I know, I check the visa bill. He buys things so that he can play with you and he cares not what it may cost (our bank account or our intimacy). He has endurance with you – I know that you have gotten him to use his hands to play with you endlessly - longer than I would ever even want for that matter.

I am sick you being a part of my life.




Sony PS3, I despise you. You had better watch out. You are sleek, petite and dark while I am frumpy, bigger than I want to be and so pasty that I look like I’ve grown up in Greenland.

But I am fucking water proof bitch.

PS. You can dust yourself tomorrow…