“How effortless it is… Spreading her thighs and inhaling the flies. Your insides so cold, eggs hung in every fold. Eyes rolling like a cursive secret under your lids. I really wish I could read that message or are these words meant to be held hostage?”
I’m not sure why I’m here. I’m not sure what I want. Maybe to ravage you one more time before I forgot. I’ll show you all the things you forgot you wanted. Your body devoured with such splatter and sheen. My mind marks this thought, a yellow taped memory scene. I lean back to appreciate your awkward figure of distress and pleasure. I like when love is reduced to a mess and it’s something we can measure. How effortless it is… but it’s hardly effortless at all. I controlled your eyes with my tongue and created a cursive downfall.
