hanging like a curtain

my eyes don't work and the drugs are injected in the hole in my head. direct effect- go straight to the source and all that. there are swirls around the way you talk to me, they spit fire across the table, across the continents and i will never find the time to call you back. i was reminded last night of how hands go places you don't want them to and sometimes people let you know how strong they are when you would've preferred not to know. and i don't know how to slap hard or struggle out and i hate the way i smile when i'm uncomfortable and all i want is to be comfortable all i want is to be comfortable. but you wouldn't really know much about that, right? remember when skin was new and you wanted to do everything you could to polish it right- get to know it in this way and in that way, learn which it liked more; peanutbutter or chocolate, lick at wounds when they smarted and apply the coldpress hard. those days are gone, my dapple-eyed daughter, those days have flown by arrowshaped to canada. now is the time for pushing in and touch my cock- here i'll do it for you. now is the time for sleep. now is the time to keep your eyes closed so you don't have to watch what's happened.