twilight yet?

my palms are sweaty
i fumble about
with things around me.
the faucet is dripping, i think
or it could be a heart beat,
a baby birds.
i feel deadly empty and overly full
at the same time.
she is talking
the words sting and ignite
soon it will be over, doggy bagged leftovers
hot underneath skin and nothing
to free me of me, of my insides.
i want out.
i look at the cat
the cat looks at me
with disdain, with pity .
i wonder if
he has nightmares.