#the trip
idk how to trigger this. Allusion to drug use
First thing I’m posting in a while, hope you like.
There’s no space between my cells. There’s no vacuum. There’s no air. There’s light. There’s dark. There’s heat. There’s cold. My skin–is it my skin?– prickles and fizzes as though acid on a metal floor. Touch. So electric. So intoxicating. I take a deep breath, open my mouth.
My mind whispers the word ‘more’. But words don’t exist. Only pleasure. Passion. Unhinged. Danger. Stop. Ice.
I expand below, down into depths as I rise at the same time. All aound me is green and purple, and so many unknowns. Shapes? No, more than shapes. Beautiful and mesmerising as they swirl around and around and around and my toes touch lightning;
It trails towards my knee, my calf twitches, my thigh trembling. More fire, but a blanket as it wraps around my back, wind against my neck. I shiver. Not from cold. There’s too much space, between my body. Yes. I grab, somehow remembering my hands even though I had never stopped moving. Touch.
Oh it feels so good. My fingers run through a forest, uprooting trees as they tug at the trunks. I want more touch. Need more touch. Please tou- oh, danger.
My mouth had opened to taste the cosmos within his flesh. A star explodes and I watch it dance and crackle around me in bright glimmers. Teeth had sunk into my shoulder, my back? My body. So primal. More. A hurricane as our chests become one, and I am no longer spread out across the room but concentrated into a very small, very tight ball. I want to burst. To catch alight. I feel as though I am stuck in that precise moment right before a match combust into flame–
Stop. Withdraw. Turn into the bed, the mattress, the room. I want to kiss him.
Oh. I am so afraid. But so brave. I am nothing but a smile and it expands past everything. I’m standing.
“Wow.”
Laughter, tremors run up my spine as everything is so vivid, so alive. Breathing. Melting. Pulsing. Eyes. More. No. His eyes. Yes.
Again.
