Letting Go

It went in and out like a needle to a rip in a blouse. Slowly going in, quickly coming out. Burning. A stinging feeling of satisfaction creeping up and intertwining with the particles. A glutton, here no more. And he thought she was beautiful. Beautiful enough to save from the dangers of the world. But he was too late. Her desire for freedom surpassed the height of the mast she wished to throw herself upon. And it was then the world was square. Corners touching the endless skies and centerfolds of darkened eyes. Trust me on this one. Skinny never tasted this good.