2006-04-24
I Could Be Scared Sometimes
Dark alleys and dirty money. Guns, ready to load within eyesight. Sirens rolling through the windows.
Sheets bunching, teeth clanking, bodies screaming.
Brass knuckles and fists swinging. Drugs, hidden within eyesight. Phones blowing up through the night.
Stop at the breast, climb the torso, move in.
Throwing laundry and ripping jeans. Another toothbrush, pink within eyesight. Laughter erupting spontaneously, continuously.
I have no control.
oilandwater at 12:44 a.m.