Crispy

His skin is so delicate,
In a burnt, crispy sort of way…
And his bandages cover him,
Leaving the concealed to the imagination…

I can only envision the unknown…
The roads…not yet taken…
Since the bandages have made him a prison,
Locking him physically away from me…

How can I find the words to express,
My feelings for this psychotic, deranged man?
Oh! I love him in many ways…
So…many ways…

Oh, sure…I miss the handsome man he once was…
But how can I not love the way his…
Sunken eyes stare into my soul,
Reading my private, personal thoughts?

Or how my delicate, soft hands make him squirm,
As I move them slowly over his baked skin…?
How, if he had eyebrows left, he would raise them…
In a suggestive manner, even though there is nothing down there…

I love him for what he once was, years ago…
But I love the man he has become as well…
His once smooth skin…now cripsified…
And his soft hair…forever gone…

His bulgy eyes watching me while I quietly bathe…
Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside…
I love my crispy sausage of-a-man…
Don't you?

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I know, I know. Horribly random and weird. Yes. This is me. Random. Also, I have a one-shot angst fic about Misao coming soon. I hope.