Fascinating.
Fascination really. Just
slightly
off-set.
I feel the pain, man. In my teeth.
Sorry, your
drugs
don't help.
It's still there. Just like tomorrow. Which is just like today and every day before and since.
I gave it up, cut it out like wisdom teeth,
impacted.
Bony, even.
Gave you up for why? For fear, man. For the things they said, man.
And for your touch, I would
do it all
again, but different. Preferrably
with you.