Up against cave walls we smelled like animals. I grabbed your hair. You groaned like the earth. Animated bones. Collapsed pervading tone. Our story is not a story. Our story is a window. I am one side of the pane. Your hot breath and fingers draw shapes on me. It cracks. I grip you in thin reflection. I feel my mind rippling.
I wipe food off customers plates. I eat food off customers plates. I get fucked in the face and everyone couldn't be nicer about it
