it's like waking in the morning to the sickly sweet smell of flowers overcoming my senses.
almost too sweet.
teasing me.
toying with me.
i'm feeling ever so yellow today...
and when i open my eyes i know that the bombus ternarius kept their promise,
to trace me in pollen.
protect me with the after effects of their neverending chore.
the statues are all lined up now.
like little soldiers with their broken limbs and missing parts.
one by one standing... staring.
some with too much shading in the wrong places... their faces blackened and nothing but bright eyes and crooked smiles.
to them i am the sun when they beg for cold, and the moon on a crisp winter night.
you don't understand what you do to me, sir.
and sometimes i wonder if you even care.
your words bite into me like no lust filled mouth has ever done.
you leave me gasping for air...
ready to explode into a mess of strawberry flavored blood.
i think you should get away... start driving to clean up the mess.
the mess which you were obviously the finish of.
left? no. right... right seems to be the absolute. right?
correct.
and so i sit... and i write. and i wait.
wait...
wait...
while you torment me with
every word you say.
i'm beyond lusting now, it's
gotten to the point of addiction.
heroes on heroin... gallivanting around flaunting
their invincibility.
heavy.
so heavy.
and the time is ticking away.
good word placement, don't you think?
(k)no(w) you don't.
i'm on a roll here sir.
and entirely unmoved by the pace.
but this time i'm going
down.
down.
down.
down.
that's when i see her hand...
she reaches out and looks at me with that horridly disfigured yet attractive face and i decide to take the plunge.
into the depths of what i am terrified of.
them with their ugly faces and teeth.
cutting into me with those wretched things.
worse than the knife i keep by my side in my house.
in your head.
on the couch.
with the flowers on the coffee table.
flowers?
we're back to those again i see.
and it seems they've given me a terrible headache.
or was that just you?
i don't remember giving you a key.
i think we should call the authorities.
let them know what you've been doing so the white doesn't take me out of here.
it's not my time...
y e t
did i say "we"?
i was sure i said "me."
as "she" is the only creature who ever mattered much.
summer vacation never looked so good as it does on your lips ma'am.
i see you've got plans.
get back to the games.
aren't there lives you're supposed to be ruining?
the boys and girls should be running.
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