metal to metal

she invited me inside laughed and asked if i've got ocd too the first thing we did when we walked in was take off that big piece of art off the wall she held my hand told me i was pretty said i bought her dinner and then rubbed her feet i guess pain and tragedy can be desirable experiences if they can help you grow the next day i composed the following poem: "metal to metal cutting through space with magic scissors i lay down in your bed in your chains."
fifty five (third chapter). 2019