i think.

i think in strawberry batches. i tried to reverse and spew out ridiculousness but it didnt work.
i think in red and blues, purple masses attack my senses, jerk.
i think of you and your words, running daggers through my flesh.
i think in silk and linen, float through me and crash.
i think im stuck in fantasy, let me go and escape.
i think they are all the same, all the same. fake.

as i.

as i watch my cursor blink i start to think
meanings of life and worlds before me
twitching sensations and drugs to cure thee
i watch and wait for the light to turn red
so that i may torture myself in blackberry hell

you can't dominate someone who lacks control