“she had that softness which is falsity”

“she had that softness which is falsity”
he frowned “plus budding strictly chasms of
uninnocence for eyes:and slippery
a pseudomind,not quite which could believe

in anything except most far from so
itself(with deep roots hugging fear’s sweet mud
she floated on a silly nonworld’s how
precarious inexistence like some dead

provocatively person of a thing
mancurious and manicured)i gave
the wandering stem a vivid(being young)
yank;and then vanished. Seeing which,you dove

and brought me to the surface’ smiling “by
my dick,which since has served me handily”