...As we were slow dancing
to Nothing Compares 2 U
by Sinead O' Conner
I noticed the sky getting darker,
and your eyes getting dimmer;
You were falling asleep
in my arms and I had to steady
your limp body like
a peasant with a sack of
bath salts.
You started to drool
on my chest and I lifted
you at an awkward angle
and tried to close your
gaping mouth;
My finger slipped
past your lips
and ended up in your
left nostril but you didn't
stir;
Our bodies were
still stuck in
a hypnotic sway,
when I realized my
entire hand was inside
of your nose.
I laid you down
on the harvest rug
and used my other
hand to free
myself but it was
of no use; that hand,
against my will,
slipped in as well.
I had no other
choice but to climb in
(the song started skipping
at the worst possible time).
I was crawling
for what seemed
like weeks; in what
seemed like the abyss,
in what seemed like
any old tunnel,
in every typical
metropolitan city.
I found a light
and scurried toward
it's radiance like
a rat desperate
for a morsel of
Nutella.
But it wasn't a light
at all.
It was a bland
piece of paper;
it was a blank screen
of a computer,
it was a white
sheet of material;
But there was
a fountain pen
nearby.
So I took my time,
rattled the beehive,
managed to regain
my composure
and I decided
to write
this nonsense
to keep myself
from ever
losing my mind.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
...As we were slow dancing
to Nothing Compares 2 U
by Sinead O' Conner
I noticed the sky getting darker,
and your eyes getting dimmer;
You were falling asleep
in my arms and I had to steady
your limp body like
a peasant with a sack of
bath salts.
You started to drool
on my chest and I lifted
you at an awkward angle
and tried to close your
gaping mouth;
My finger slipped
past your lips
and ended up in your
left nostril but you didn't
stir;
Our bodies were
still stuck in
a hypnotic sway,
when I realized my
entire hand was inside
of your nose.
I laid you down
on the harvest rug
and used my other
hand to free
myself but it was
of no use; that hand,
against my will,
slipped in as well.
I had no other
choice but to climb in
(the song started skipping
at the worst possible time).
I was crawling
for what seemed
like weeks; in what
seemed like the abyss,
in what seemed like
any old tunnel,
in every typical
metropolitan city.
I found a light
and scurried toward
it's radiance like
a rat desperate
for a morsel of
Nutella.
But it wasn't a light
at all.
It was a bland
piece of paper;
it was a blank screen
of a computer,
it was a white
sheet of material;
But there was
a fountain pen
nearby.
So I took my time,
rattled the beehive,
managed to regain
my composure
and I decided
to write
this nonsense
to keep myself
from ever
losing my mind.
