the letters of the frog and the bird

Chapter I

steamy hot bodies.

heavy breathing.

awkward sound of clothes.

sounds of something being ripped off, because teenagers are responsible.

zipper.

paper.

horse.

And then I said:" wasup mother, enjoying your time in heaven?;)" and smirked at the dead body.

A voice inside me said:" this is wrong, I should report the  murder"

But after some time I concluded:" fuk naw her ashes smell so good".

my dick itches. must be the chili. should've gotten the hot wings without spice. maybe I shouldn't mix hot wings with chili woth my mother's ashes next time.

felt good tho hmm.

dad comes in: "I'm  gay for you son"

I whip up my cross "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU FATHER"

"son, I am your mamma. I gave birth to both you and Jesus. We don't  say such words in this household."

"father I-
...
all this time?"

"always"(in severus snape voice.)

I SCREAM IN AGONY.
RIPP OFF MY CLOTHES.

kids bop party mix is playong in the background.

despacito plays faintly, the father says "that cross is pretty phallic son"