Effluvia

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Mark snorted a rubbery ball of thick snot back up into his sinuses and with a quick pull of the back of his throat, swallowed his third such meal of the day. He pushed the bare, plastic crotches of the dolls - two boys - together with more force, the backs of his chubby hands whitening, and resumed rubbing them back and forth against one another with greater ferocity.

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When his tiny wrists grew tired, he stopped and put his forefingers to the hot mons pubis of each genital-less doll, and smiled at the searing heat. "Hoo." He re-positioned the dolls and recommenced playing as the door to the lone bedroom opened and the last man, a white man, the only he'd seen all day but one he'd seen before, walked out.

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The man - close to 30, anorexic thin, hair the color of mud, eyes the color of an outdated computer screen - stood over Mark and looked down upon the oblivious boy. He crossed his arms, both of which were tattoed, one with a cross that was upside down when he raised his arm above his head, the other with burst veins, and stroked each with his opposite hand. He hovered for another minute, his bottom lip forcing itself out until he finally reached down and stroked the little blonde hairs of Mark's head. "Take care of yourself, you little fucker," he whispered, then made his way quickly out the front door.

Mark dropped his dolls with a hiss as he heard the door snap shut. He stood up, using the glass table, straightening his legs until his knees hyperextended to forget their crampedness. He saw the flashing light of his mother's TV through the open bedroom door. He put a hand to his stomach, then slid it around to his back, forcing a finger into his diaper and deep into his crack, digging against his anus with quick flips of his soft nail. Carefully bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucked his finger between his lips and swirled his tongue around it several times until it was clean and he was full.

"Mark, baby-"

He made his way around the rocker and into the bedroom he shared with his mother. She lay in the center of her empty bed, head propped against the wall behind her, knees drawn up and far apart. "Come up here with mama-"

The boy climbed onto the end of the bed, which rested on the floor without the benefit of a bed frame, and crawled to his mother, his knees smearing the brick-brown puddle on the sheet between her legs as he made his way up her unclothed body. She held him close. "Mama's had a rough time this last hour or two. You gotta take care of mama now-" Sarah put her hand to the top of his head and gently pushed him back down between her legs until his wide-eyed, hungry face was in the slush of stain that rested just beneath her hairless labia.