Crazy thoughts from the edge of reasonBirth of a Psychosis (Fuck You)
Touching the space between us
Abrasive embrace
Sandpaper spirits
Cutting words clutch in the closeness
Exacerbated exchange
Scouring souls
Tongues rub raw like razor scrapes
Piercing penetration
Battered bodies
Wounds, welts, whelps, and wastes
You made me.
Alone.
