I think it's when the hair on my arm stands on end.
who will you be when I kill you?
Follows
A mass of primal matter? Atoms falling endlessly, Voids waiting to be filled?
You’re on the other end of the world, and here! You’re right next to me! I’m dizzy with this weight, (but then I’m always dizzy.) Maybe just nauseous, nauseous.
And then you watch me. Vomiting into the white bowl you so thoughtfully placed under my chin. Before you shoved a thick black pipe into my stomach. Down my throat. Burning searing ripping through me. Air bursting out, my stomach expands. You pat my shoulder, “you’re so brave”. I don’t think I signed up for this.
(This isn't for the weak stomached. )
The phone is for yakking
She hangs up abruptly
Peels a banana
Carefully
Puts the naked ‘nana under her chair
The peels she puts
on a table she’s dragged specially for this.
(They’re dangerous- you know that.)
Undoes her shoe, pulls out a pack of cards
Shuffles them
Goes around the table,
Sits down infront of it
Dealing out a game of solitare.
Wait. You don't know what that is?