We both wake up, total black out. Ur dick is in me. Hi. You are terrified to move. Neither of us with remember this. I wish I liked you enough to make your death meaningful, but if you choked, mis sentence, mid idea, mid thought, mid life, on a piece of food. That would be fulfilling enough, I could make peace.
Till the physicality sets in.
It's like this thing were running from.
You've taken me with you.
The idea that I'm stupider, smaller, weaker.
If I'm "rugged" enough to come with you.
The ending is that you win,
It's not very satisfying,
Rooting for the roaches in the waste bin.
Six legged angel, won't you show your head again?
Just enough to fill the cup, yet could never over flow,