death bed

it is still clear to me...

the dank room and the
chill that hangs heavy on
my chest; the pungent
smell of concentrated urine
and flaccid flowershave
placed me submissive.

the room that served the
purposeof your thirst to
my flesh - the only
existence present.

i was the inflatable doll-
taking in "manly" juices.
hypnotized by desire

the only thing i thanked for..

was the bed, rusted
by time. hollowed by space
like soft thorns that brushed my
back.
and i long to lie for the longest time

anesthetized.