carnaldiem

wild things happen when you become invisible.
i know,
i am,
and i've seen.
people forget you're there,
and lose all inhibitions,
as soon as you blend in with the wall.
all emotions pour out,
like wine from a bottle,
they hit,
they cry,
they love,
they fuck.
and in the end,
no one is satisfied.
and there was no point to any of it.
when all is not said,
and eventually done,
they remember you,
and you're no longer invisible.
if they could remember you were gone,
they'd aver their eyes in shame,
but the memory of you is gone,
slipped out of mind,
so they touch you with their
soiled hands,
without realizing their loss...