I love when you meet a masseuse who take it personally and see you as their personal project. Like a mother who eyes your dirty kitchen, roll up their sleeves, and make it their mission to right the wrongs. They just get to work, they don’t nag about how you’ve hunched your shoulders too much and get your muscles all tense, they just tell you through the pain they inflict on you as if saying “you see this? rrright there? yeahhhh” and you’re thinking to yourself “will I make it outta here? is this where I die?”
I love when you meet a masseuse who take it personally and see you as their personal project. Like a mother who eyes your dirty kitchen, roll up their sleeves, and make it their mission to right the wrongs. They just get to work, they don’t nag about how you’ve hunched your shoulders too much and get your muscles all tense, they just tell you through the pain they inflict on you as if saying “you see this? rrright there? yeahhhh” and you’re thinking to yourself “will I make it outta here? is this where I die?”
Do you make inappropriate noises too? I can’t help it.
No I make it a challenge not to. That’s the dangerous part. I could just stop breathing and no one would ever know when I’m face down.
“will I make it outta here? is this where I die?”
Sitting here alone
With no one by my side
lol