I can feel the weight of his fists.
I can feel the power and anger.
It's blinding white, it's a sickening red.
It's a deep blue ring, fading to amber.
I can feel the poison running through me.
I can feel the acid pumping through my heart.
It's an angry burn--irritated and inflamed.
It holds me together and tears me apart.
I can feel the hopelessness.
Most of all, I feel that desperate shame.
Flooding my body, knee deep in gutter waste.
My body is flash frozen while still aflame.
And I'm still in love.
How crazy can I be? Love so ingrained...
How can I be so absolute of this?
When my body aches, so afraid of the pain.
I'm dreaming of you,
Dirty nails and thick fists.
I'm dreaming of you.
Hollowed hips and rugged cheeks.
I can see you pouring yourself,
like a cup of tea...
all steam and mahogany lips.
Step toward me, Honey.