Convo with John Doe (2).
I told John Doe about my plight.
He gently laughed and said, "You know, if you go on like this, you might kill yourself."
I placed my head against his stomach and stared at the stars.
"You see, the truth is distorted in places I never knew existed," I turned over and mumbled,"If I say something sharp, I might shatter the glass."
He stroked my head, my hair and my arms.
He was silent until the lights went off around us, near us, in us.
He touched my forehead and whispered, " It's a fever, baby. It's a fever."
I burst out laughing but all the words were congealed in my throat.
I smiled, and oh, hid that cunning smile away from him, the stars and sky.
I paused to think awhile and sighed, "Yes, it's a fever I want to be inflicted with."
Then, he could not speak anymore, because he knew I was poisoned.
So, we sat there looking for something; his head tilted upwards to the sky while I kept my eyes closed for you.
He gently laughed and said, "You know, if you go on like this, you might kill yourself."
I placed my head against his stomach and stared at the stars.
"You see, the truth is distorted in places I never knew existed," I turned over and mumbled,"If I say something sharp, I might shatter the glass."
He stroked my head, my hair and my arms.
He was silent until the lights went off around us, near us, in us.
He touched my forehead and whispered, " It's a fever, baby. It's a fever."
I burst out laughing but all the words were congealed in my throat.
I smiled, and oh, hid that cunning smile away from him, the stars and sky.
I paused to think awhile and sighed, "Yes, it's a fever I want to be inflicted with."
Then, he could not speak anymore, because he knew I was poisoned.
So, we sat there looking for something; his head tilted upwards to the sky while I kept my eyes closed for you.
