2001-10-25 & 3:43 p.m. : here alone
i can feel this thing, it's right at the nape of my neck.
i can feel this thing, it's right at the nape of my neck.
and it makes me hungry, shifty-eyed; wishing for another forum to say these things that are in my mouth and under my clothes but so that no one knows who is saying them.
whispering in people's ears, urging them to things that the people who know me would not think i desire.
dark, seeing everything red-lit, put on show, saying what i want with no hesitation, grabbing by the back of the head, leaving fingernail half-moons in skin.
long, thrown around, held down, lips kissing the wall or the backs of hands. white knuckled, flush cheeked.
it's twisting me up, here alone.
