December 2011
2 posts
Exploration I.
Eyes in the back of my head. I see more than you think. I know more than you want me to believe. Eyes that know your betrayal. The betrayal of your cock wedged deep in his ass.
That I would give in. That I ever gave in. That I couldn’t see the truth. Eyes withstanding negative shapes. I hope he was good. I hope he was worth dying for. Eyes that see my explicit. “Show, don’t...
Exploration H.
Someone ought to miss you, but they won’t. My back is aching from standing out here in the cold with you, so make a move already. Kisses with sweet-smelling breath. Gelatin.
The salt pouring over bleeding skin, ashes turned to waste. Wastepaper on the black keyed piano, where every chorus sounds like a demented Hallelujah. Export to export.
The finalization of being. A snow-tipped anguish...
