losing concept of time. teas gone cold between the pot and the cup. mouth to the spout instead fill the void with heat. lips on porcelain sucking painting a picture in a creepy sigmund freud kind of way. swallowing hot sugar water brings a sense of relief. more sugar more sugar. caffine its personal. faces are ticking and the sound is too important but watching the lights dim minute by minute makes more sense. minutes tick by and yr life is ending. a tall candle is lit to make time shift more slowly and make death smell like cookies and vanilla. the heat is turned up to allow us to be naked in december and not encased. naked unshaven unkept bodies lay ontop of covers in december. naked uninterested untouched bodies lay in seductive postitions while black feet being rinsed in the bathroom and scrubbed left uncleaned and fragrant. homophobic offense and anger bubbles up while being afraid to look like a lesbian stereotype. bisexualtiy, heterosexualtiy, haircuts. sexual actions and wishes while dreams and feelings stay unrepresented. homophobic prick. bitten cuticles asking to scream out "I AM A LESBIAN." but im not a  lesbian. ill be impressed by the better sex (cuz thats what you do best). and dont try to act so subtle. you are not a child! i am not impressed. by the 'better sex.' cream and sugar because its not okay to be thin. video tape through my glasses so you can see through my world. when my legs rub together at night under the covers. when i look in the mirror i see passion.