Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

Both yesterday and today, from afar
I caught you throwing at me a look so bizarre.
You’re intimidated just by my presence
But I heard you went ape, darling, in my absence.

If only, just a tad, you are more open,
The eruption between us shall begin to happen.
I’d give you a taste, the first and last time,
Even if it’s hours before our bedtime.


This was originally published on February 16, 2019.

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