dreamings Forming Mind She parted her lips, and he parted his soul. Like Moses upon the sea two seperate bodies Being held back at bay. This didn't matter the breathing staggered a long-awaited finale a long-drawn out end. Condom wrappers, Candy wrappers, Letters written, hearts broken, it all scattered her floor. An hour later, she still felt his body press against hers. Grinding hip bones, loud proclaimations, later to turn. To create. This turning, eating stomach flu. Chopping at her insides with a pitch fork. Like the dick fell off, migrated upward into intestines. To swim around until one day she'd puked it up. Along with the others. A collection of numbers, numbers that make her numb. But make her feel worthy. This isn't dreaming girl. You've just killed that. 050131 what's it to you? who go blather from