Freak

 

Have you been drinking, Creature?

Fucker.

I know how beautiful your words can be,

but they are only words and my skin is at war,

my heart can’t breathe under itself,

can’t stop hitting, tearing, despairing.

Why, just the other day I felt creamy. You were sleeping, Creature. My life couldn’t budge you. It was good.

You never should have showed me heaven. You never should have given me spoonfuls of god god god.

The shooting joy is gone. The train ride home alone one too many times. The reflection, the grinning wrinkle-man. The skull games the freeze frames and empty jizz sessions as daylight empties itself outside.

They only come out at night, Creature,

They only…

I only come out at night.

I only come out at night.

Creature?