Fixated.
Fixated.
My tongue is numb
and my teeth itch
these walls get more comforting by the years
My fingernails scream
my hair strands squeal
they tied me a little too tight this time
When sound asleep
silent angels deep in my brick red throat
tell me of my dreams:
Her face as ugly as pilgrim bonnets
crystal tear drops fall from the sky
her gigantic bunyan strides
warn me to abide
Inside the drab room
richly mingled with smells of bad perfume
she looks at me with that phantom smile
she mouths, "What do you want to see?"
I tell her, "I can't stay tonight."
her eyes burn at me from her grimacing face
she wrenches me from the doorway
"No, really I...", my voice trails off
struggling to keep up
my voice creaks, "Now I understand.
You're still under the influence of some medical drug."
she stops abruptly
"No...you are."
She leads me to an obnoxious green room
as I'm thrown atop the velvet floor
a flare of pleasure sweeps across her face
she says in a husky tone
"What do you want to see?"
short of breath, I exclaim
"Snowflakes falling in the vast immobile sky!"
she smiles slightly with knowing eyes
A profound seat of pain takes its' place in my side
her flashing eyes illuminate the murals of the angels in my throat
grinding the back of their teeth, they whine
"What do you want to see?"
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Teh_Wit] 7 November 2004
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