remembering when we were young
we never thought to think
of what was to come.
never caring what was beyond
the sandbox.
jumping rope and throwing rocks.
it's funny how you've come
to fuck me.

somehow i don't mind it.
take me.
corrupt me.

about as good for me
as a blister peeling.
about as painful
as these stab wounds never healing.
dripping and bleeding
licking these lacerations
looking into my eyes
leading me under the full moon
i get nothing from these feedings.

blasting the music
you spread through me like a cancer.
infected and oozing
i forgot to answer;
i didn't state what mattered.
there's no compensation
not enough.
it was slightly strenuous
but i caught your bluff.

love michelle.