04:07

Slow does not always mean soft.

They are not synonymous and should not be twisted, tangled and braided together like a little girls hair for a day on the playground.

03:46

Slow can be the excruciating pain in your wrists as someone places themselves a little to close to your breathing space. Their mouth just close enough to not touch you. Their weight forcing the air from chest and willing your spine into the floor.

03:48

Slow can be wondering when the last time you dusted was as you watch the ceiling fan spin. Trying desperately not to notice uninvited hands crawling in between your thighs. A mouth taking bites of something they were not offered samples of.

03:49

Slow can be looking up and seeing greedy eyes. Your wrists held prisoner so tightly their breaking would be a welcome distraction. Looking down to another set of hungry eyes. Mouth on your heat. Devouring you like a cheap buffet that serves pizza on Tuesday to keep the kids happy.

03:51

Slow can be thinking ‘god damn, I’m not enough for myself, there can’t really be enough of me to share’ as your most private boundaries are crossed. Over and over and over.

03:54

Slow is when they switch places and you forget breathing is a requirement.

03:57

Slow is when your body betrays you and sends off bottle rockets and fireworks and your muscles contract and your eyes roll and hips arch and NO I didn’t ask you to help them!! It’s science. It’s nerves. It’s synapses. It’s not your fault.... it’s... fuck you. It’s not fair.

03:59

Slow is when you are told to swallow the grand finale. Twice.

04:02

Slow is the sound of jeans and belt buckles and laughing and ‘lets go grab a beer’ and ‘clean yourself up for fucks sake’

04:03

Death can be slow.