visceral

an excerpt i liked more alone

and as he spoke, reality twisted like his words.

the walls breathed and the floor was watching.

his mocking presence an ailment; 

something needing of cure.

had it not been their judgement

and their twisting?

their silent shaming,

their demented romanticizing?

oh, the hypocrisy spoken from their tongues.

and with every impact the room reveled each taste of color.

the walls breathing,

reaching something orgasmic.

the floors eyes had become bliss.

when it was over and his body cured.

the walls stopped, their gasp sudden and terrible.

the floor watched with disgust,

oh so quick to judge.