Vortexual Experience

A bent waterspout and no condom

A light switch labeled "horny"

A cannibalistic desire with flat dulled teeth

Chains and locks and throbbing veins

Blood bubbling but not boiling

The crab skewered by the arrow

The sprite regurgitated the rainbow

The wood grain splintered by the ax

She spells my name in unraveled thread from the frays of my pants.

She falls from the balcony of the apartment building into a pit of cicada shells.

She screams my name on her way down.

Did I cum?

Did I bleed?

Is everything exactly the way it's supposed to be?