it was not quite morning, yet, i woke in my bed in the doorway there was darkness and a black figure i read standing in the doorway in silence, not a word, nothing said i could just make out its eyes: yellow, and black with a hue almost red it was staring at me filling me full with dread i saw it's hands rested on the doorframe with fingers spread i tried not to scream but an airy hiss left my head as all of my courage and sanity fled then i swear this figure, back into the darkness it bled until i could no longer tell it from the shadows at the foot of my bed
I licked you cautiously with precision Licked until your sharp edges were round and soft Indulged in that millisecond, I let my mind wander off to the imagination of licking and actually swallowing you Sweet imaginary drops of melted sticky sugary matter were dripping down my esophagus You were dancing in my throat like a delicate ballerina Tiptoeing, Floating.
Then reality hit in again and my tongue drawed back like it just touched a hot range My esophagus felt clogged. Your pungent taste was burning holes into my throat- So I used my fingers like a plunger to **** you out again.
I purged dark matter all over the white bathroom tiles Tried to extinguish salty burning tears with stomach acid You smelled sweet and savory at the same time.
I’m sorry for drowning the rest of you in the toilet. But they say “nothing good ever lasts long enough” for a reason. You see, love is a battlefield and I’m Napoleon.
I’m sitting on the walkway, smoking a cigarette, watching the stars; thinking of you. I’m reminiscent of when we laid out here doing the same exact thing, except a prolonged addition of past drunken ramblings that resonate with me now. I miss your voice, and the way your laugh sounded beside me. I miss knowing I could turn to you in the same room. I guess I just miss you tonight. I’ll keep this with myself, but I want myself to remember that I missed you yesterday, I miss you now, and I’ll miss you tomorrow.