Pale Walls – a poem about………

I get all, distorted
as you stare at pale walls
what an obscure numb
forcing me down into the dirt

You like me, distorted
aroused when I hurt
such a strange dead buzz
holding tight as you fade into the dirt

We’re entwined and, distorted
our faces blur into new colours
then I laugh at your frustration
as we swim into the dirt

Times up, distorted
your makeup is smeared
my clothes are a mess
this crazy ride crashes into the dirt.

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