skinblade

yesterday
with your mouth in my fist
i found
a whole new way to
communicate
with my freedom. Fucking
kill
the easiness you have
with
telling me I’m not worth living.
You like to feel like
you’re in control
and i like to feel like I’m out of my
mother fucking mind
once in a while.
My decision to feel
is the same
incision i make into my skills of self deprecating gladness. Would
you like
to feel empty
like the hawk you put inside my glide path?
Sometimes isn’t good enough and
I know that it’s all worth
a shit.
A bubbling
infraction
assaulting
the very essence of your
indifference.
I’d like to move it in to your mercy kill. Fill it with
all the empty pills you give me when I’m all
alone.
Have you involved all the necessary parties
or is this
another infraction in the stream
on uninvolved consciousness?
Pig
faced
and sucked
into the
madness
of my own
involuntary sexual excursion.