You lead me into a room of hazy, flickering
lights, no windows, only a chair in the middle
and you tell me to sit down, on the chair in
splinters. I feel a pinch of pain but utter no
complaint. The door is behind your back, and
even if you didn't bind me with these straps
and chains, I know I wouldn't try run off, past.
You force your fingers through the corners
of my mouth, part my jaws so I can't bite
them off like sausages. My tongue moves;
I drool on your rubber-gloved skin. I can't
stand rubber, it disgusts me and you know
it so well. You bend down as if to kiss, our
mouths barely touching but it's still enough
and electrifying. You breathe out, from the
bottom of your lungs, your spirit reaching
out to meet mine. It's dark, dark grey and
pollution green, and I can't but take it in.
Tasteless, painless. You step back, away
from me, let me go, looking at me, look at
me. I thought I'd choke when that smog
got into my airpipe, somehow I don't feel
like choking until I try to speak. That's when
glossy foam begins to form like I had rabies,
bursting out instead of the words I meant.
We stare into each other's eyes in fruitless
silence. Passion scrubs off, but venom stays.
Sta.sh
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joy 1
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wow 0
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mad 0
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sad 0
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fear 0
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neutral 0
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