sadboi hrs

2am - she's finally asleep.

i quietly creep out of bed, lay out my tools, turn on some concealing ambient noise

let's begin

bump-bump-draw, flick-stick-push

a sigh of pleasure, the stray dog comes out to play

4am - moving pictures on a screen, seeing in hyper detail, they are all that exists

bump-bump-draw, flick-stick-puush

faster now

6am - something that looks like me uses my body to do unspeakable things, i'm simply along for the ride

bump-bump-draw, flick-stick-puuush

the world lags behind as we rapidly accelerate

8am - time's up. her alarm rings. i lay under a blanket, pretending to sleep. i try in vain to control my breathing & muscle tremors. i hear her moving towards me

"you did it again, didn't you?"

i don't reply

"how could i ever trust you?"

choking sobs from behind a door slammed shut

welcome to sadboi hrs