Literature
2:43 A.M.
If I could only use one word for the rest of my life I would choose "tension", because it's a word that cuts like a knife
and is the only word adequate enough to describe the sensation in my stomach when I imbibe
your soft existence with my senses, slowly breaking down my defenses, building bridges in my mind made of fences
taken from the backwater backyards of my brainstem, causing my eyeballs to glow like gems:
cubic zerconias of a soul, observing your pale forehead and imagining touching it with my dead skin until it bled,
and contemplating the sensation of my dry lips brushing your brow, as your hair drapes down and became entwined i