suffocationlove

When the tension, anxiety and loneliness have become too much to bear, do you find yourself craving a few minutes alone inside your airless world? Did you horde plastic dry cleaning bags as a child, modeling them as nightgowns when no one else was around, secretly wearing them under your clothes on runs to the store, wishing someone would hear that unmistakable sound of swishing plastic every time you moved? Have you used them as sleeping bags, or submerged yourself bagged while taking a bath? Have you brought yourself to climax gasping, praying someone would notice how you stare at every dry cleaner's you pass, how you wistfully stroke the bag when you purposely take your cleaning home on the subway? Have you envisioned him touching you, holding you, kissing you through the plastic, exposed but completely enclosed? Is your pulse racing now, wishing to be bagged?

Had I known you when you were younger, our lives would be that much more beautiful, but I'm here NOW. You are not alone.