Food For Thought

she sits on a toilet seat slitting her stomach making small lines that sent mental messages to her head bleeding out the anger that dilates her perspective of this world In the dark she wrote mantras on her ankles and sat in a tub of warm water watching her blood diffuse cell by cell denting the back of her head that she kept banging against conscience She craved a little helping from his hormones Them and her twirling at warp speed rounding the world in a heart beat he leveled tiffs they had about their dark closet boundaries drawn binding them a strip above the belt line of the goddess and from underneath there was lurking truth that dripped down her thighs caressing his thoughts making him wish life wasn't so much of a cut throat female dog sometimes It was her pale,dry cheeks that haunted him the chirpy lips she kept licking in rhythm with each turn life took in her head He sat across her hoping to offer anything for her thoughts