make me scream

i used to hate the visual of curled up toes
under sheets
next to a lover


ew
is that my bizness?
is that my job?
i'll pass

but tonight or last night it felt like the cold that comes after being out inside an oven
toasted and then set free without fulfilling purpose
ain't i supposed to be feeding somebody here?

tonight i wanted to be made to scream
from some kind of holy ecstasy or pine-scented pinnacle
i wanted to get high with my eyes closed

i ended up writing about it a few hours later
still somehow satisfied