I was only nine years old. I loved Coby so much, I had all the merchandise and images. I'd pray to Coby every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Coby is love", I would say, "Coby is life". My dad hears me and calls me a furf*g. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Coby. I called him a Vareoth. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Coby. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "Youuuu wannna f*ck your litttle brooootherrr~!". He grabs me with his powerful cockatiel hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my a*s-cheeks for Coby. He penetrates my tailhole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Coby. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Coby. He moans a mighty moan, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Coby looks him straight in the eye, and says, "Oh er-Hey dad! Didn't expect to run into you this weekend!". Coby leaves through my window. Coby is love. Coby is life.

Nominated for "Labour of Love" 2021