Don’t Sit Next to Me

My biology requires a jumping perimeter of ten to fifteen feet. Why challenge the minimum boundary? Multiply me by six persons in each direction. When you safely arrive at the fringes of the last projected relative, avert your stare as one does before temperamental monarchy. I have killed you in my imagination countless times. Everytime you find wisdom in pressing your arm against mine, it activates my dream world that is quickly gaining on reality. There is no technique to defuse my contemplative violence. Passengers become entranced with the double dare of nearness. It is a superstition buried deep within me to put out the eyes of disrespect and take them home. There is already a pair on my front door to ward off the spirit of Perseus. I am in need of a pair for my rear entrance. Any who laugh at this cause will make up the protection of my windows. The blessing of those who make a sport of my presence is running thin. A pestilent revenger of slight that has grown out his claws is never secluded enough. Were I not a hopeless libertine, my other base drive would have me elbow deep in unspeakable brutishness. Reform my licentiousness and I will slay. Only the charm of women can make the hate depart my fingertips. Force me into the starched overcoat of a puritan and I will ruin men with unquenchable aggression. If a woman does not steal my blood, I will savage every fool that has enjoyed my good grace with sneak attacks and terrible wounding. Keep your mind from understanding this devil's bargain. It will only deplete your much needed rest. Find another seat and do not disturb the women that dance in my head. They keep you in good health. ‍ ‍