how do you still make my heart fester and swell and thump thumpity jump to the brim of my throat like a frog waiting to belch it’s morning croak croakity— choking back his thick, velvety shot of tarish espresso knowing **** well there was nothing else in the world he wanted to drink drinkity, let sink sinkity into the lining of his stomach to drown out the fluttering butterflies of self afflicting lust. tsk.
and now i can’t even look your way, without feeling like I took a step steppity LEPT too far, and i missed the lilypad by an inch! so of course, I splashed splashity crashed into its chill— still surface, distorting it and rippling my surroundings still while being submerged in this silly, suffocating. pond i call delusion.