“His answer trickled through my head
…like water through a sieve.”
Yet it lingers, somewhere in the tangles of my messy head. The answer to a rhetorical question, and one I didn’t expect. It hums like a skipping record in the corner of my thoughts, begging for attention, a mantra of sorts.
“Me. Inside of you. Again.”
Who would have thought five little words could be so haunting? It’s maddening, but real talk: I don’t want it to stop. I enjoy the madness.