A/N: From a flesh contributor! Not that ya'll aren't made of flesh, but this one is from a real life friend and I can confirm with reasonable certainty that she's not a cyborg. The rest of you, I'd give a solid 75% chance of non-cyborgism. Honk if you're human! By honk, I mean review.
Escape
He's everywhere.
She's everywhere.
His clothes are in my hamper.
Her perfume is in my sheets.
His shirts are my pajamas.
Her panties are mixed in with my ties.
His scent is in my couch cushions.
Her running shoes are in my living room.
His plain toiletries are mixed in with my girly stuff.
Her strands of red hair turn up on my pillow.
His sweat mixes with mine.
Her body tangles with mine.
His flesh is my bed frame.
Her eyes haunt me long after she leaves.
His voice growls hungrily in my dreams.
Her voice messages make my heart skip.
His name in a case file drives me crazy.
Her heels click when she walks to her desk.
His shoulders splay and ripple when he puts his jacket on.
Her lunch sits next to my Coke in the fridge.
His desk drawer hides a love note I wrote him.
Her lips….
His kisses…
Oh, God, she's in my blood.
He's all I see.
I can't escape her.
I can't get away from him.
Jesus Christ, who wants to escape?
Why would I ever want to escape?