R&R.

Follows me., follow you. I know I'm repetitive, that's the point isn't it? Follow the mole on the end of a penis, return to this and where have this left us? What makes you think there is even an us? Yes you’re going to smile to yourself, you know me you know what I’m going to do before I’ve even thought of it. The children of your sperm will run, swim, glide in giddy circles around you, and now there’s a hole being burnt in my chest. Self destruction? I want a self to destruct. What is this name you want to hold onto, why do words, words any of these meaningless sounds burn holes in my head? Why am I blind, why can I not see

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. )