I know every curve of your body, every inch of your flesh…does that make me a bad person? Does knowing where to touch you to make you squirm make me evil? Sliding my hands down your back, feeling each vertebrae from T1 down…I can feel it now, but I don’t want to. I know what you’re thinking, your mind is racing I’m sure, worrying all these wonderful worries.
Where am I?
What just happened?
What is going to happen?
Then the thought hits you and you realize
I know where I am
I know what just happened
I know what is going to happen
And the answers to those questions are more shocking and insane then anything I can depict for you. For you see your mind is probably peeling away layers of how gruesome this can all be. You don’t need to worry though, it’ll all be over soon.
I know every inch of your body, every curve, ever flaw…but I never felt one like this before.
I’ve listened to your heart beat so softly in the night, but never like this before.
The answers to those questions, you want me to confirm them
Yes you are
Yes you were
Yes you will
That doesn’t make you feel better does it…
Sorry wish I could say something that would put that smile back on your face
I wish I could tell you something better
I wish I could tell you that you were
At home
Just sleeping
Nothing
But I can’t, I can’t lie to you about those questions
I have to tell you the truth
Yes you’re in some dank old office building on the south side
Yes you were shot in the back
Yes you were right, you are going to die
- "She is going to die..." the new graphic novel, by Me -
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