its the thrill of the cunt
i looked for you everywhere in the aisles and up and down the rows of books. i was thinking i needed to smoke and ammended that thought because it was more of a want. i couldn't look at you again so i left the store and ran to the train station. i hid in the bathroom and masturbated thinking about you while an old man grunted in the stall next to me. i could hear him in there like a dying bull and i didn't finish coming so i left instead and smoked. i walked the train tracks and cried a little bit, drinking wine from a bag and snot running down the front of my lips to my shirt. i just didn't kknow if i'd survive the night after you.