A secondary thought…
Spit in my veins,
Spit into my veins,
Take control of me.
And then you’ll be inside me.
We can float for a little while,
And then I won’t feel like an empty shell,
But I’m still no god damn pearl.
But still I’ll lie apprehensively, in bare solitude—
Fearing an impending exposure
It will rip me away from you,
By then there are no screams.
I will be alone; your spit will have dried.
My body will dissipate (slowly)
Will it have been worth the moment?
So I may as well:
Forgive me father, for I have.
