How I wish to see what is inside that wonderful skull of yours.
Your thought patters.
How your neurons fire.
The tedious clock work that counters my own.
How I wish look through your eyes.
What secrets would it reveal about your judgement?
Could I sense your blind spots?
That wonderful, static filled deafness that slumbers within your peripheral vision.
What factors would be inhibited?
What senses would be dulled?
Appetite?
Motivation?
The perception of the world skewed by the lenses of your retinas.
I wonder if breathing would be cumbersome.
I wish to meld to your flesh.
The throbbing of my heart melting through my skin and falling into you.
The warmth of living,
humming skin.
Where would my heart go?
Would it fuse to your own?
Or,
Would it fall right through?
Would walking in your skeleton feel numb?
Would your blood taste like my own?
Maybe I should just climb inside you to find out.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
