dare you

I do not create paradoxal words of wisdom. I can not write a self to discover a self. I can not write structure. I dont write a being as a mere breath in a plot of time. I can not recreate that way. I see shadows, shadows are my words of writing. I see breaths that represent my thoughts. I am halted by periods and graphs- pictures and symbols called grammar. I am stopped by my own limitations of skill. I am lost in a journey of finding my soul. I can not understand a day to day tick of time but I do understand how one can manipulate words to create images. Intangible images. Painters are to meant to recreate the tangible, writers are meant to write about the beyond.

We have not met in awhile. Hello my little coke doll.
Ashamed, I rise.
I was not expecting you till late.
My lips, parched petals, a rose. Pursed open by your silken touch.
I was not expecting you till late.
Only you, my little coke doll.
Don't say that.
Only you.
Don't say that.
Why?
Because I don't know who I am. Because this is not about you.
Black legs unending, wrapped around forever. Interwoven at the waist in your overabundance and my lack thereof.
You are wearing your mask.
I never took it off.
Lose yourself, do not speak.
Shy.
The rose opens, you pull out the silken string. I was choking on it. Your too good. I like your taste.
Don't speak.
Shy.
But I have to.
Close your eyes and do what you always dreamed.
I'm alone there.
There is too much space. Spider legs wrapped closer, my jaws open to clench yours.
You never took off your mask. My little coke doll. I can see through you.
I was working hard on that.
Could you grab me?
I open my eyes, your fingers are wet.
Don't speak.
My rose opens, pull out your silken string. You taste so good. Too good.
I'll lose you when the lights fade.
Don't speak.
Shy. Space weighs too heavy with time. I clench closer.
I'll lose you when the night fades.
I never took off my mask
Why?
I don't know who I am.
My little coke doll Emaciate yourself.