Heartbeat

Up from dusk to dawn. I'm tweaking on amphetamines. The doctor says I need them, and I do in a way he couldn't imagine. Objects sit idle in my room and I am the only moving denominator. Lusting after women. 7 deadly sins. Everything is deadly. Cancer. My bangs fit above my eyes geometrically. Donatello sculpted David. So did Michelangelo. Different ones though. Donatello's David is effeminate and weak like me. The sunlight drips onto the black asphalt, steaming the surface of the ground. Liquid hot pavement leads to a painful walk I forgot about when I was kissing the top of your neck. I listened to your heartbeat. It beat well. itbeatwell.