[10]
What do you mean it went topsy turvy
She replied in hastened affair.
I couldn’t
Shouldn’t
Dare I wouldn’t
Be caught dead unaware
Staring into darkened pools of
What we once thought were dreams.
Please for the love of all that is holy
I’m a rolly-polly in your arms
Curled into a frightened ball
With hardened shell
Hardened hell
Of past
Lasted more than 5 minutes
So we’re out of the gate
My throbbing fate
Penetrate.
Did you smirk or smile
Or go the extra mile
To confirm the already nonexistent structures of your mind
Collapsing into oblivion.
Destroyed, annoyed into deconstruction.
Whatever can we make of the rabbit hole fantasies?
Ask your questions
Confuse me
Abuse me
Use me
Seduce me.
Or not.
~C
27 Sept
