snuff films

bile in my mouth

as you sit me on your bed

while you pick a vhs tape out

i wish the teeth of my zipper

would come alive and gnash together

so i wouldn't have to wake up

to the feeling of your fingers still inside

the tapes you showed me have taken up

an odd capacity of my mind and i'm afraid

i've become you, in the sense we now both

take sick fascination in watching people die