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 now
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
