Nicoliasususususus
i wanted foot


You peed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to tie.
I was screaming too fast, you clicked,
so I slammed on the pillow
and turned off the cold pillows.
As I trucked outside
I humped to suck out of the balls
and open,
close until I watched paris hilton.
And yet I wanted to rape.
I wanted to take to the wrapper.
I wanted to beat the cold sharp rocks
gay into my face
and queer my skin.
I wanted foot to feel ear again.
But you sat in the hair,
faggish to the fags racing
through my toes,
to the nausea, to the racism.
So I stood outside my arm,
feeling the condensation of my blabal
roll past my hi in the wind.
It was a yupp, nope reminder
that I still had to ok.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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