What...what is that oh god is that- what are you doing? What are you doing? Think think think of the sunlight think of cake and the salt I spilled on the table when I was eating my dinner just over there. People. HEY.

Hand sweat musky smells like underpants can't breathe -oh god please just let me breathe -

I BIT him and there's blood tastes bad of rust and warm and sickly wet I'm sorry I THUD bit you I'm so THUD aoh oh I'm so sorry cold breath of air, hand


Dirty stomach he smells – desperation and oily black stars of the great unloved

Rubber on my thigh