John Doe and Convo (7)
I ran back to the man who kindly embraced me in all ugliness and murkiness.
I screamed, stomped and stamped, "FUCK. FUCK, FUCK this shit. That stupid fox is playing a game without the rules! FUCK this game."
I was crying my heart out and the words sprouted out from a broken kettle.
John Doe bent down and quietly whispered, " If only you took a bull by its horn, or a cat by its tail. Maybe its time to take charge."
I screamed, "Are you secretly chaffing me?"
And then, he took me by the arms, and gave me a long kiss.
It was not a treasure, or a platonic symbol.
I grew quiet, but when I looked up, I could not see his eyes.
I could not see him at all.
But he soon reappeared, and smiled.
And I smiled back, with a razor in my mind.
And you in the deepest recesses of my swollen, and bandaged muscle.
(I wished you could see.)
I screamed, stomped and stamped, "FUCK. FUCK, FUCK this shit. That stupid fox is playing a game without the rules! FUCK this game."
I was crying my heart out and the words sprouted out from a broken kettle.
John Doe bent down and quietly whispered, " If only you took a bull by its horn, or a cat by its tail. Maybe its time to take charge."
I screamed, "Are you secretly chaffing me?"
And then, he took me by the arms, and gave me a long kiss.
It was not a treasure, or a platonic symbol.
I grew quiet, but when I looked up, I could not see his eyes.
I could not see him at all.
But he soon reappeared, and smiled.
And I smiled back, with a razor in my mind.
And you in the deepest recesses of my swollen, and bandaged muscle.
(I wished you could see.)
