markbousfield

As a student of atrophy
within the cage of humanity
I lie in the propensity of these recurring nightmares (erotic or otherwise),
oh, how the small hands cover
the urge to control myself,
to contort myself,
to distort,
to retort,
to withdraw.
Yes,
your favourite patient
that cannot/will not move,
I want to fuck the hole where your heart used to live.
Then you will remember me.