Romance [From a Serial Killer]

His fingers plunged
deep inside.
Caressing (Wrestling).

Pulse throbs.
(Fear)

I am strong.
(enough to not puke)
Facade fades..

Rushing. Swirling.
They're angry.
Wanting out.

(but we never get what we want.
do we?)

Orange and black.
White silk.
Tickles. (it's fur)

His skin touching mine.
(Get away from me!)
Holing it together.
It's okay. I'm okay.

Slipping away.
Fainting.....

Touching (his) it's body.
The intimacy of a dead corpse.
Fingers exploring..
lacerations.

Didn't you know?
This is like sex-
(for serial killers)