Repressed Obsessed It’s going nowhere and everywhere. I can’t stop it. Can’t find it. Don’t touch it. There’s pain. Quicker. Faster. There’s no guilt or shame. I smell. It smells. Shudder and it bends back. Bass through car speakers. Static from the t.v. Nothing matters. Nothing exists. Nothing except I and it.
helia laverick
Eletricolour · Sun Mar 29, 2009 @ 04:46am · 0 Comments |