maff would have understood


there's a big bronze sheep standing in the middle of the park,there's a pink
swastika spraypainted on its belly,you can only see it if you're lying on
the grass,and being fucked by some flemish perv,like i am now,though he's
not flemish,he's french,i don't know why there's a bronze sheep standing in
the heart of the park,i'm sure it's nothing symbolic,this wretched coastal
town is full of random bronze mammals,they've even put a bronze horse at the
entrance of the seedy arcade,actually it's made of plastic and you can sit
on it and if you put coins in its mane it shudders for three minutes;the
french perv chatted me up at the library,i was sleeping on a russian
novel,kinda expecting to know it by heart when i'd wake up,but then this
perv yanked my arm,and for a few minutes i didn't even know my own
name,which is not so strange,cos i lie about it all the time,but  when i
finally remembered it i was quite relieved and when he finally asked me for
it i gave him a false one,he knew it was false cos no girl's called gun,but
he didn't give a fuck,he said that my tits are firm enough to get away with
stupid lies and he dragged me out of the library and into this park;i'm
missing my russian novel to be honest,not that it was any good,but it was
better than his twisted patter at any rate;he punches me in the nose when i
tell him that his cock reeks of piss-soaked plastic stallions and
christopher's blood-drenched blue jeans,and that i'd rather be reading dodgy
russian novels than sucking it,and when he punches my nose for a second time
it feels like i dove too deep and rose to the surface too fast,and i expect
to die,but instead i cum and all my orifices are crying and bleeding,but he
doesn't take pity on them,he baits them until the belly of the bronze sheep
is completely covered in blood;he yanks my arm and pushes me in the back of
his van,there are a turtle on wheels and a depressed animal with a dry nose
lying on a green blanket,it's probably a dog cos it whimpers like a dog when
the perv kicks the beast in the head;he sings along to all the sad french
songs on the radio,most songs i know from when i was in other french pervs'
vans,but they were friendlier than him,or at least more talkative,the dog is
gnawing at the turtle,since the perv's ignoring me i tell it all about my
dodgy neighbour who lifted me out of my bed last night and stuffed his
repulsive balls in my mouth,actually it wasn't a bed,it was my shower
tray,but it was still horrible,he shone a flashlight in my eyes and grabbed
my cunt like it was a pouch or something,i was so tired i dozed off on the
blade that he held against my left nipple,i wouldn't want to fuck a minging
slapper who's only got one nipple,and a rash on the inside of her knees,that
rash has been harassing me ever since i watched my sheffielder angel stuff
his spoilt face with poisonous mussels,this was two months ago,christopher
watched it as well,but his skin is as flawless and tanned as ever,there's
nothing angelic about that fucking dour insensitive sheffielder yuppie
cunt,he's just as vulgar and shallow as you'd expect a dour insensitive
sheffielder yuppie cunt to be,the only reason why i don't kill him is cos i
don't want to go to prison,you have to work in prison these days,not just
peeling potatoes and licking stamps,proper drudgery,and there's no clocking
off,after the drudgery you get fondled by perverted jailors,they'll shine
their flashlights in your eyes and shove their repulsive genitals in your
face,there won't even be time to repent or befriend fellow prisoners,and
they won't even sedate you or let you kill yourself;the dog is drivelling on
my sneakers and softly whimpering,but i don't think it's anything to do with
my incoherent babble;the french perv drags me out of the van and into his
little house,there are more depressed animals in his living room,but they're
not real,they're stuffed and they don't whimper when the perv kicks them
through the room;we're downing glasses of french port,i doze off on the gun
that he holds against my left cheek,it's dark when i wake up,i'm lying in
the back of his van,we're driving back to the wretched coastal town,the dog
is licking all the spunk and blood from my face and hands,i decide to adopt
it;we're back in the park,making love under the blood-specked bronze
sheep,the dog is digging a hole in the ground,when the french perv's done
with me,i hide in the fresh hole and pretend the dog's dead and that i'm
mourning over it.

Delphine Lecompte is 23 (born 22nd january,1981) and is from east london.

Now an expat now living in a lugubrious flemish town called bruges.  She stacks milk bottles and asparagus jars for a living. Before that she worked in a seedy coastal pub, and before the seedy coastal pub she was a hooker.  She's also an orphan.please adopt her.