"Dirty Human" Khatoon Hazara ||| 1:28pm, Wed. 3.27.19

ts'ed

"Dirty Human" Khatoon Hazara ||| 1:28pm, Wed. 3.27.19

Where, oh, where are my manners?

Look, you'll only be a little late, stay a bit longer, "No, I can't I've got..."

Eyes on eyes and a breath, pause

Looking down into my shirt, you caress the words against my cheeks, "I'll be back..."

Stay the night

My foolish desires are flaring up again, I feel I may explode

You know just important this is to me, and I mean really important.

More eyes, breath on my neck, a pair of hands cradle me to you, I try moving away, I don't recog- but then I remember

It is me, I want you to stay, I'm pulling myself closer to you, I'm making you change your mind

But I know, without a doubt, I can never change your mind, not ultimately

"Talk to me; what's wrong?" casual.

He notices I'm sobbing, but no tears.

"Come on please, talk to me..." he's pleading, he knows I melt when he pleads, like putty in his hands; I'd tell him all there was to reveal from my heart, and all he'd have to do is just asssssk

Nothing was wrong, nothing is wrong, undoubtedly, I am procured from those demon hands; you, yourself saved me

Look at your hands

They're the ones that lifted me form those cankerous fiends, I applaud you for being so strong; many have tried and you can see their preserved bodies in the gallery I've erected in their honour

I've forgotten most all of their names, but there they are, so gallant are their trials, are they not? |||