Attacked from inside makes oblivion
The agora of erasure
When it stops you know that
It is simplistic to think of annihilation
Hold on his grace was cast in fervour
Blended with antics of softness that hardened
With kisses durable to withstand all unctous whimsy
With a mixture of macronic soul and eurhythmic moves
Hold on use the guisard to prevent those who hold the door
A wormhole and a perfect navigational tool
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Crucifying Climax PK CAT-ROOM sometime 11.11.2016
Inserted with a Fluid Fixed Kiss
A light switch is flicked, her eyes open she gasps with release from that unknown place. La petite morte the French call it.
She felt a rush of warm heightened fuzzy feelings through her veins. The after affect.
She wants to turn over and back to the apogee.
‘Its ok’ she heard a voice whispering close to her ear ‘you fainted’
‘Who is that’ sickly fear was back, the dream was over and the relief vanished.
She is boomeranged back to the meleé and to whatever was going on.
Back to the future, the light, the white room, the blue people, Mr Earnest, her corporeality.
Now an amorphous phantom Mr Earnest was tense looking.
Ahhhhhh my leg, my leg she screamed silently. She felt she was imposing with this intermittent cry out. An electrical current torpedoes down her limb.
The pain Oh God she was muted by pain.
An orgasmic leg he must be good.
‘What is she saying’? said Mr Earnest.
The mask again it shuts her down.
Damn she can’t talk or be heard.
Now of its own volition the leg levitates she is in agony.
She feels like an impostor in a strange room in a room full of strangers in a room full of dread.
Someone is standing at the end of her bed.
They slowly ease her leg back to where it came from.
She wanted to cry to get up to leave she loves him why-how.
Desperate to move herself away from this fuss she is stuck and immovable.
Getting from where she was to where she has ended up was a fugue moment.
Mr Earnest stepped back; she couldn’t comprehend this moment or any of the previous ones.
She was wheeled into another room away from the bizarre.
Brown eyes appears, he is talking to her she is answering feeling amnesic, forlorn, frightened.
I love him.