leash in hand.
its an effort made for one but reconciled, secretly plotted for another. not for the demise of another but for a breath of warm carbon dioxide and a spark of cold saliva between two pairs of lips. breathe an attempt at life into that body. he always liked what she used and drained of worth and then gave to him. he was filled with recyclables grinded down to gray matter. a spark between two pairs of lips and a soft tongue. move it soft and sweet. its a dream, more like a dried out vision that creeps slowly past, like scaly skin stretched over a lizard, walked over a bridge. leash in hand. "your master" with a whip at his red-capped fingertips, lust at the tip of her tongue. she can almost find the word, stumble bumble rumble around as tools fall down, did you hear her? back and forth, autistic happpenings highlighted by the events of nights past. we were already here, the sunrise turned upside down, a rainbow spelled out backwards; Vibrantly Insisting Bast-off, Grotesque Yearnings Outweigh Rule #1. i swear to you i dont know what you're doing to me but read my lips, it feels good. my lips stretch like elastic over these chunky objects that form in my mouth, jagged and hard like lego blocks. if i spit them out i know you'll make something of them. but WHERE, but WHERE did they come from? i walk somberly behind, coughing up plastic and leaving a trail. so you can find me. leash in hand.