I want you
Because you’re sick like me
I can see it I can feel under my skin
I know you feel it
Can you see it
Under my skin
I don’t want to be your friend
But I am
I console you
Support you
I’ll be there
No
I want to possess you
Distress you
Climb in and stomp down on your mind
I want to thrill you
Nearly kill you
Feel our fingers entwined
Fuck you so hard
It drives you insane
Gritting your teeth
As you’re screaming my name
I want you to feel me
In your marrow
Like a cancer
And the evil
That is under your skin
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About the Creator
Gene Lass
Gene Lass has been a writer for more than 30 years, writing and editing numerous books including non-fiction, poetry, and fiction. His short story, “Fence Sitter” was nominated for Best of the Net 2020.
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