you let your fingers do the talking
with your hips ground down unsystematically destroying
that which your mouth could not
in the darkness, door open, silent night and the american horror,
you let yourself show
i never told a soul, not even
myself
that i looked into your eyes and i saw something only
hell
could have described to the maker
frozen
churning
mind blank
body of wax melting
your hands shaping your legs locking you’re falling you push you know it’s wrong you fall
vomiting
again