I'm gasping for air
My hands are locked in the blue sheets
My hands are locked in the blue sheets My tears are blurring my vision
I start drooling, I close my mouth and lick my lips
I move my hips ...my saliva is not the only one dripping.
My blood is boiling in my veins The pain in my chest intensifies The dizziness , The feeling that I'm about to throw up is making me realize what I'm about to step into ...
He comes in the room wearing a blue towel around his waist His hair is still wet And hes drinking whiskey from a skull glass
He stops next to the bed and looks at me. Such scary eyes, judgemental vision.
This october rainy night is warmer than this man presence.
I spread my trembling legs and close my eyes. The sound of the glass being put on the table made me bite my tongue. Next was the towel , falling on the ground that made me gasp for more air.
I open my eyes , the mirror above the bed is portraying this deranged woman being covered by the hands of a nameless man.
But... I understand...the reason of this night .... We both have this uncontrollable animal instinct that drive us crazy!