You're high
Clawing at your blouse...
your eyes cannot focus on
external sensations
You're caught inside
Sweltering in your mind
need a release
immediate relief
Chest tightens, blood flushing your skin...
you thought you killed him
between your manic slaps
twitching thighs
Lipstick on your chest
you missed the target
Its getting dark and now you cannot breath
It's happening
Your breast exposed
alone
burning up, insatiable
destruction
Breaking down every pounding
heartbeat
felt it in your throat--
brings you closer to the end
The end will be brutal
Thirst overtakes you
Eyes bouncing, closing slowly
Drifting in oblivion
You edge closer to God
© Dean A. Klotz