Apr '25 06 - 21:07Mano- Fisto

I prey on myself which to most of you is obvious....

I use my own quiet childhood spent peeping into other people's apartments as a diving board. Now I no longer peep, you do. Can you taste what I taste?  Can you feel the weight on my chest every night when I sleep? The lover on me; gone when I wake up roll over and gasp. It's then I see the colors I love best: electric greens, white blues, television oranges.

There's a big black sheep in the room  and it's laughing at us and circling around on its high heels.  I'm so tired. I go to it but it's a table now and there's a cup of water on it.  Half empty I guess. But I'm so thirsty I'll need all three hands to lift it and guide it up over my head and down my back.  Cool quenching rain. So blue. I consider it unforgivable how you never slapped me and yet you say you love me.  Crazy time.
So slip out now because you can and it's all too much.
I don't want you to feel bad.
I'll wait here until you come back.
And if you never do whatever. I lie.

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