Big fat white heart open, mouth with thick lips, ready to kiss and bite and lick and love. Huge. Each step big brests moving up and down and left and right. The smootheness of the skin and the big calves and the butt. So deep. The amount of noses one should burry in that flesh. The strength of one against all. Men weeping under each arm. A babe snoring comfortably inside her right cheek. Her eyes stroking miles of Angst. Between her thighs, flowers blooming in shades of yellow, pink and green. The goddess was wearing a white top and a pair of very thin leggings her arms were tatooed had been tatooed long ago some ink still showed signs of previous pains on her dark skin. Fat around the bones under the ears hair tied back. All those years of holding onto crying souls. Foul play each step of the way. A dying soul is a lying soul is a soul that does not say. Lamia bloomed away.
It wasn't that difficult to carry the same chair up the same hill every day of the year. Just sometimes she fell sometimes a leg broke sometimes the hill was a mountain was a wall was a nothing she had to cling onto until the next day or man it's all the same.
She'd seen the cloud coming seen it understood it the meaning the amount of men crying under her arms blooming between her legs remembering peace inside her mouth. All increased. The cloud kept on crawling she went on blooming licking. Thick lips, fat heart. The cloud was nothing at all. One could nearly see through it and time would pass does pass is made to pass. She didn't care and kept on being Big and fat and white and black.
It's when her girlfriend disappeared that the first bruise appeared. Soon she'd be thin. But in the meantime: big fat white heart open, mouth with thick lips. Kissing away.