disinfectant, sanitation
both smell sweet like sugar.
he smells sweet the way gingerbread does
if you catch my drift.
the moon's a glowing petal-ball
the clouds hide it
but i eat it anyway.
it feels like i'm missing something
but the truth is
i'm incapable of love.
synapses aren't connecting in my brain
and you're the key
FUCK FUCK FUCK
i need more blood,
this thirst is killing me.
pressure lost, the flow dies soon after
i don't know you, but
i need your lips to touch mine
i need our chests to touch, where the heart lies
where the heart lies.
my blue skin stretched across sharp ribs
and my inner hunger for you growls
grows, boils
takes over and my common sense and defense
flee in catastrophe.
i just need you, don't be afraid.
often times
i think my brain is out to
destroy me.
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