anarchy anarchy anarchy etc etc etc
here's something i wrote the other day. it's pretty crazy but i like it
I’m drowning in your beard. It holds so much in and breaks my breath. I envelop you. I’m filled with gold and an amber liquid that warms my insides like spiced rum and twists organs in painful and wonderful ways. I feel my stomach peeling away in layers like an onion. My liver bottoms out and toxins cycle through arteries, white heat pummeling my brain that shrinks the eye holes and expands outward, pushing the cranium to the breaking point. Planetary bone density. Static vision. Amber liquid now mixed with days and days of leftover parties and empty nights sizzles and foams out my eyes, nose, mouth. And still we kiss, me drowning in your beard, you licking up the foam until it doesn’t come out anymore.
Sometimes, the current runs so strong that pain pulses with it through the nerves, an implosion of violence in my solar plexus that bombards my limbs and leaks out through my toes. I leave footprints everywhere I go. And still I drown. The little red and black and brown bristles, tickling my face and stomach and thighs, rub bare my skin down to bones and organs, ripping my body apart and soaking up the blood and amber. Quickly now, so quickly, it grows and breaks bones, mending them back together in a gauze. It envelopes me, mummifies me in it until I am nothing but a monster from some dream.
I emerge. Soft, broken, liquid. Why thank you, love, it’s just what I needed.
...hah.:)
I’m drowning in your beard. It holds so much in and breaks my breath. I envelop you. I’m filled with gold and an amber liquid that warms my insides like spiced rum and twists organs in painful and wonderful ways. I feel my stomach peeling away in layers like an onion. My liver bottoms out and toxins cycle through arteries, white heat pummeling my brain that shrinks the eye holes and expands outward, pushing the cranium to the breaking point. Planetary bone density. Static vision. Amber liquid now mixed with days and days of leftover parties and empty nights sizzles and foams out my eyes, nose, mouth. And still we kiss, me drowning in your beard, you licking up the foam until it doesn’t come out anymore.
Sometimes, the current runs so strong that pain pulses with it through the nerves, an implosion of violence in my solar plexus that bombards my limbs and leaks out through my toes. I leave footprints everywhere I go. And still I drown. The little red and black and brown bristles, tickling my face and stomach and thighs, rub bare my skin down to bones and organs, ripping my body apart and soaking up the blood and amber. Quickly now, so quickly, it grows and breaks bones, mending them back together in a gauze. It envelopes me, mummifies me in it until I am nothing but a monster from some dream.
I emerge. Soft, broken, liquid. Why thank you, love, it’s just what I needed.
...hah.:)