&a bit of prose
still an itch
his soft fingers resting on my abdomen. they're spreading a warmth through my
body. a light rushing through my veins. mixing with my blood until we're one.
the light and i. he removes his fingers and asks me something. his smile trans-
lates it and i smile back.
his swollen fingers resting on my abdomen. there is a warmth, a red warmth that
glows under my skin. it itches and when i scratch it just gets worse. i feel
like ripping off my skin to still the itch. but he holds my hands and tells me
to wait. when it passes it all feels fine. he looks at me in an odd way. a
crooked smile and i feel the corners of my mouth twitch.
his bony fingers resting on my abdomen. the dark that flows from there makes me
choke. my blood slows down, in other parts it speeds up. everything is pure
chaos as the dark creeps towards my heart and mind. my nails rip at my skin
and the dark oozes from my wounds. he frowns. i look at him and scream. because
we're both complete creeps.
(back.)