My mouth floods,
it bleeds through my
fingertips.

It's a liquid
black and thick;
the drops form
in the palm of my hand.

There is no escape.
It's there for all to see now.

I don't want you to see me like this.
I don't want you to taste madness when you
lick my
neck.
I don't want you to
grab my hips
and find that your hands slip
because you can't grasp what is happening to me.

It climbs up my throat, clawing it's way out,
it trickles down my chin,
it pools in my hands,
it hurts you.

What is happening to me?

It shakes me
and bruising it through me
calms it.
Bruising me calms it.

It's tongue
slithers in me and
takes everything with it.
It's seducing me.

I can't stop laughing.
I can't stop moving.
I need to dance. I need to run.
I need to feel.
I need everything.

It spills out of my nose,
tumbles down my
tongue
it sticks to the roof of my mouth
it rips at my understanding of
time.

Help me.

I can't control it anymore.
It's so good.
I can't contain it anymore.
Help me.

It's so good.
Make it stop.
Help me.