bubbling

it pulses and twists
writhes and resists
i long to answer its questions
but they are too much
too soon
and i am not enough
not right now

the highs and the lows
from the battles and blows
have me wearing myself to the bone
everywhere i go it watches
and waits
it twitches and
hates

i step back to look
i bite on its hook
and suddenly i'm pulled for a spin
it laughs
and it smiles
and after
a while

i tell myself not to give in