An equilibrium
Between pleasure and pain.
A pros and cons list
I’m running into the dark
Through the cracks
Between teeth
And into the belly
Of the beast.
She yanks my leash
Tethered to her belt
She is a walker of dogs
And I am meant for the wild,
For the freedom in independence,
Individualism
Isolation.
I jump into the abyss
Into the vastness
The sweltering stomach acid
But she still holds me by my leash
Suspended in esophagus
A moment between isolated liberty
And affectionate constraint.
The leash tightens around my throat
Her well to do
Tender noose.
