Small Talk

So anyway this man just closes his eyes

And starts taking off his skin

I mean he’s chatting away with his eyes closed

His head tilted back

Skin dripping off him like a reindeers velvet

And I’m trying to walk away

But he just wont. Stop. Asking me about work

And its not like I can just ignore him

That would be rude

We’re at a work conference

Then I realise he’s started dancing…

Ever so slowly…

You wouldn’t realise it if you were actually engaged in the conversation

I’m talking the tiniest sway

Pulling his skin open like a jacket

Viscera peeling from his ribcage

Giving it a little body roll

I finish telling him about my spreadsheets and what not

Then he asks another question

And his head tilts back further

And his eyes close more

And his dancing, without changing pace becomes filthy, shamefully erotic

Anyway I’d had enough at this point so I make an excuse and leave