I press my teeth against the flesh of an unknown entity.
It is warm
And pale
And rough.
I press my hand against the wall of an undiscovered country.
It is cold
And white
And dirty.
I mouth the words of an antiquated parable.
It is old
And holy
And meaningless
I have floated away,
I am on top
And she is on the bottom.
She is smiling, ignorant of me and my pain.
I am lonely and cold, watching her in envy.
