Innocent Play

Room vacant, boxes full

pushed against the colourless walls.

Centered, faces mirrored,

the cold, hard cement floors beneath us,

as we begin to play.

Fingers wrapped tightly around the can.

Wrist cocks, back and forth

rattling comes from inside.

Finger applying pressure,

hissing, it is released,

sprayed until caught by plastic.

Deeply inhaled,

Me,

Then 

You,

My only ally.

Hand against my cheek

I can only see

A Slight nod, a readied look.

Knuckles fly straight towards me
Blackness.

Blurriness

 Your face slowly forms

I see your golden eyes
Wide with worry, eased with my smile.

Again, I say

Knuckles fly at me from the side

The room swings to the left

Blackness.

Blurriness.

Slowly your eyes into view,

wide with amazement, amusement.

The back of your throat exposed.

Unclenching your fist,

a red stain revealed.

Hand to my lip

its twin on the tips,

I bleed with no concern.

Again, I say

Knuckles fly straight towards me

Blackness.

Lids crack open

A small slit discloses the hollows.

It was supposed to be just for fun
but now the room is vacant,

Of colour

Of boxes

Of you.