CHANGETHING

 

My senses have altered.
You taste different now.  
The fucking’s sterile.
You disappear in my cum,
creaming an ocean being a tool.
But I don't care.
I’m changing.
Shedding this skin.

It's hard to see you now.
I look past and through, not to, you.
Nothing’s there to see.  
No more do I try.

Precious words wasted in your ears.
So rarely I speak.
Leaving you to mumble and stumble,
until you fall silent too.
Mute, for staccato lustful screams.

I can't punch through all the layers.
No more will I try.  
Climbing walls built too tall,
on generations of granite pain.
Orbiting your near distance,
scorched but not consumed by this toxic sun.
Until with just us two returned, I can flee.  

You see and feel it.
Still you can't figure what to do.
This brooding, silent colluding, breeds fear.
The empty stare of an intimate stranger's eyes.
Something is transforming.
A horrible thing is born.
And I don’t care.
I'm changing.
Shedding this skin.