slipping into the comfort of you, the masks and outfits and disguises all slipping off as i drip into you. my socks of shame, falling away my coat of humiliation, falling away my underwear coated in the filth of self-loathing, falling away my costumes rendered useless, falling away slipping into the joy of you, the joy at being home, dripping into belonging the comfort of being in you, acceptance like a merciful god's until there is nothing of me but you.
screaming at low volumes
