...I felt your kiss,
The cut-out tongue between those perfect teeth,
They clank against mine.

...I felt your smiling laughter,
stunning as it is ~relent-less~,
losing a regard for honor
as it creeps in a blood lust.

...I felt the rumble
of the warm pressure cooker
on your ~pen-sieve~ face,
The rubber guard
keeping my hand's blood circulation problem,
a problem.

...I felt your scrunched brows as your eyes shifted,
wandering your past
and
silencing our ~pre-sent~
and
surviving your future.

I felt your eyes crumble,
Tears splashing into ~fire-works~ on the floor,
God help me.

God.
Help me.

I feel.

God.
Help me.

I feel.