she whispered torture in to my fingers.
She tapped, I read the whiplash
that sliced and diced.
No cutting board. Just the keypad
of "noughty" sex...The hunger
of David Bowie Zigginesss -
The Major Tom of forgotten wantedness
I was a stranger in a strange land
wishing for contact
pushing buttons
and hearing phising
the white noise of rushing
into that space
where no-one hears you scream
Except yourself
crucified
by your spot in time
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