You

Temporary insanity... a place of blissful indulgence, yes

here it comes again... She laughs

i'll go with the movement of it... fluid rhythm la la la

a runaway train, a bolting horse...

bridleless

yes.

Who am I now?

Water dripping down your tasteless back... a pariah, I'll suck the life out of you

after I've tasted.

An anomaly, a gaping hole

silence...

I've painted the memories black to match my bruises.

Bruises you know nothing about, you press them with your confident fingers...

I paint you black, I charcoal your face, another face that bled into my sliding life...

I let you go now... but...

Not peacefully...

You go into the abyss of my sinking heart, you slope downwards when I see you, out through my fertile tubes into the sewer of dilapidated, painful essence...

My bones broken buildings now, shattered, smacked against unrelenting, tireless, brazen waves...

Waves that sometimes smack me in the face, pulling back that I may grasp a hasty breath!

Underneath I simmer and bubble, will there be a blast of female emotion?

Ha!

No... I don't think so... Not today...

Temporary insanity, it borders even the shores of your heart...

You don't get to escape.

I slip down your tasteless back.