i receive a strange satisfaction
from the unseamed spasms of red thread
holding together my limbs
the ecstasy i am granted leaves me
insane,
unstable,
quivering,
irreversible escapism
yet i return to reality soon after
and i cower under the light of truthi regurgitate the thread from my oesophagus,
it's path long and fluidnow i can breathe.
YOU ARE READING
frozen orgasm
Poetrya collection of short poems based on my experiences and the people in my life