Tonight’s Feelin’
Drum.
Awake.
Boom. Bam.
Quiet.
Quiet, tremble, alive, whine— all in my mind.
Beautrid, Putiful. Pretty, and sweet.
Smelly, ugly. Old man’s feet.
Dreams, alone. Perfect. Control. Lack of anything to even do with control.
Contradiction. Dick. Suck. Wonder….
Ready. Unstable. Sensitivity crawls.
Not quite there at the starting line.
Stability in a cone. Ice cream for my licks.
I am a lickilicious tart not unlike chocolate creamy, cold- wrapped in a cone.
2 years ago