Desire fishhooks my heart. I fantasize about returning and uncorking the sediment that’s built up in my chest over the years. I know it’s all bluff because the reality would be me sprawled on a silver tray under the orange glow of a strip club buffet heat lamp. Your eyes and belly feast until you bloat with adrenaline to dull loneliness and fatigue. Pain is instinctual. Beelzebub bows before your footsteps echo throughout the long hallway towards Finish. You can open the door by momentum of willpower. You will be vacuum sucked into a theme park water slide with choppy twists and turns until you are shot out sprawling and skidding back to Start. Each landing becomes increasingly violent but sporadic enough to justify further attempts. After a bout of smooth rides you’ll land on your neck. Beelzebub giggles and jumps with giddy delight as your defense lowers and stakes raise. If you are jolted hard enough during the midst of your abandon he will hand you your flesh to carry over your shoulder as you walk away, head drooped in shame. When the wind picks up and sheiks against your naked tissue look no further than the “welcome” sign with flashing pink bulbs. Your return will be expected
I am ever so glad that you stopped by my page as that is how I found my way here. You are truly a gifted writer. This piece is both beautiful and decadently gruesome (in the best of ways).
Nice to meet you.
it's so unique to meet someone who processes words in a similar way! i'm so glad to meet you