Spitting in your own mouth

Tights

I am become Sexy

It has become a second layer unto my existing one

Tongues go deeper into the drain.

I have merged and become one.

The facade of warmth I no longer need.

Only that of Velvety black

McDonalds sprite has cleansed me

You'll caress my innards slowly abundant with curiosity and methodically.

But with ever longing purpose behind every movement

Down the drain

Drain

The worms have worked a fortnight in the sullen wetlands where brackish flows, staining the intestinal lining the color of rust.

The voice inside your head urges shame and negligence but you, you

Dig Deeper

Down, Down

Down the drain