kofizwana
Like habit like time
My movements become
Arts never shown
Regretting
Regressing
Sweat and stains line the preacher's hands
Part of him and his lovers sex
A combination lasting all of one moment before the nun runs to change her dress
Feel this
Just fucking feel it
That right there? That hurt?
Imagine that feeling all the time.
Feel this with me
It's the least you can do.
I want and don't want
and between that division lies
all the anxiety I've ever felt
It's all there ever is.