Backtalk
I see you staring. Would you like to pluck my nubby fingers? Would you like to pluck them, tie them with velvet, place them in a vase with fresh water and aspirin, then watch to see if they bloom...
I see you staring.
I see you cringing. Would you like to stick your finger in my twisted spine? Would you like to stick your finger in, lift it out, then check to see if you can tell which way the wind blows...
I see you cringing.
I hear you laughing. Would you like to trace my scars? Would you like to trace them, connecting all the lines and bumps and blotches to see if you can decipher the code and reveal their hidden message...
I hear you laughing.
I heard what you called me. Would you like to kiss my pain? Would you like to kiss it and lick it and suck it and hump it? Maybe you'd like to see if you can make it come...
I heard what you said.
What can I say...