I sink my fingertips
in the liquid pain
then graze it through my lips
let it penetrate my vein
…
I remember all those toys
which i lost playing
near to the voice
from the puddle calling
…
Teddys were the first
following by the books
then it took my girl.
What for my darkness looks?
…
so i sit next to it
I'm talking, petting
wonder, am i biting lip
and is someone searching.
…
I've been pushed by others
often by myself
to sink down in this puddle
to crush into its depth
…
I can feel the hands
and clamors.
and thrusts.
and bangs.
but my fingers are stronger.
for keeping the edge
for longer.
and double they can be
so i won't threw a match
(i rely)
at me.