My mind

Sacrifices
My heart

At the
Altar of
My tongue.

—-

It damns off
The absolute

Bloodbaths
Of adoration

Anxiously
Circulating

Through
My Veins.

—-

I[t] know[s]
Better.

My systems
Need
Something

To keep
Us Running.

—-

I[t] know[s]
We have
Poured

Ourselves
Entirely OUT

For men
Before;

& Ended up
Nearly dead.

We are all Surfaces In the Envirusment

My love
Hangs around
Like mold.

I Infiltrate
Your porous
Wood

Sink into
Your
Remembrains.

—-

Don’t
Mind me…

…Just evading

Lapses to
Rid your
Infrastructure
Of me;

Fortifying
Myself
—Stronger
Than ever
Inside You.

—-

I am the
Twenty-percent
That know
How to
Survive

Your vinegar.

—-

Undetected
I cunningly curb
Your interest

Til you’re

Cupping at
The seems.

—-

Curve for me.

Show me
How
Your heat

That
Grows me

Cannot
Contain
Itself there

Inside your
Surfaces.

—-

Allow me
To snake
Through
your veins

Like water;

Weaving
Through
Your textures,

Tainting Your
Would boreds,

Inking them
With life.

—-

Isn’t it
All So
Exhilarating—

—How Even
My most
Toxic
Release of
Spores

beats
The drone
Of your

Tidy
Polished
Home.

I’m here to(o)

Fetishize
The face.

Face it,

I do not
Miss
Any

-But
Yours.

Take off
That mask

Slowly
For me.

No need
To be Shy
Or coy,

I know
What’s under
There.

I’ve seen it
All
Before.

Show me
Again

How you
You.

It’s been
So long

Since
Anyone
Worth
Looking
At

Has Looked
At me

Physically,

Viscerally,

in My
Direction.

—-

Before our

Total Dark

I mourned
Our sight loss

Like
I had

My childhood,
Dog.

I knew
We
Were going,

So I
read books

In place
Of
Your face

To Supplant
Our Deterioration.

I Wrapped myself
In The Comfort
Of fiction,

Between covers
and frayed spines.

Shipping
Is delayed

On shared
smirks

In the
Unfor-see-me-able
Future.

In this
Envirusment,

We are

Flesh and
[Thus,]
Fresh Out

of
Knowing
Glances.

I see now,

There is no way
To Properly grieve
the Relishment

of your
Idiosyncrasies,

As we are,

Relegated

To only
A Past-time.

Like a Fine Wine


Love
That’s
Never been
Tasted

Is [Probably]
Still Delicious.

Meanwhile,

You can:

Pass the
Bottle

Back
And
Forth,

Maybe
Pierce the
Cork;

Even,

[light gasp]
Open it..

..For a
Little.

Enjoy your

Sweet
A-roma

Like
It’s the
Only thing
You have.

Share Your

Empty
Glasses.

Make a
Toast to
Sobriety

From each

Other;

Forever

Drinking

your a-part.

The half-dead Parasite is Codependent.

If you knew
what’s good
for ya

You’d Cover
your Eyes,
Mouth,
and Ears,

Wash
Your
Hands,

And

Stay
Six
Feet
A Part;

Cause,
baby, He’ll
rob yer
Years.

————

Incase
You were
Wondering,

“His last
‘Girlfriend’

Was like,
‘Totally crazy…’”;

“She,
‘That Bitch’
Even Tried to
Kill Him!

Parts of Him
Are still with
Her,

But luckily,
He found
You Now…”.

——-

He spits
Himself Into

your mouth,
So

Delicately.

“He couldn’t
Possibly
Be harmful,”

You’ll think
To yourself…

But, there
he goes;

Digging
In your
dermis.

————

Don’t fool
Yourself,

He won’t
Hesitate

To Swim
Round your
Respirate
Thoughtless;

setting up
Shop

– for Good.

———

You ask him,

He’ll say, “it’s
Stayin time..

..I mighty like it
Around
These Parts..

Gonna suffocate
The possibilities…

Multiple my kind
Abreast their
Spongey
Landscapes.

Better hope I
Don’t make a
Home outta you…

Cause, baby,
I’m in it for
The Long U-Haul.”

—————————

Afterlife

I was
And
I wasn’t,
Then.

I Lied deep
Inside me;

Crawl
Creep and
Cry free.

I die to
Remind me.

I lived
All
The life
I had,

And
This
Is the
Afterlife;

The laughter life,
The-He after lIfe
The aft her life
Thee apter life,
For me.

August Post Mortem

was the name.

the year, 2012.

“if they fuck
that stab hole
I’m gonna lose it,”

he breathed out
redundantly with
strained pants.

2017

another
mutual friend
run-in.

she sits down
at the four-seater
table with
tonights bunch.

naturally,
he sits in
the chair
next to her.

she sips
her whiskey,
balancing
herself.

“have you all
seen that new
occult crime
show on netflix?”

she opens to
the group,
knowing he
likely has.

“they had this
one episode
about this
group of
sick fucks
called the
‘chicago rippers’..”

glancing at him
to judge his
expression
she went on,

“..they had
this fascination,
if you could
call it that,
with breasts.

they’d kidnap
women of the night,

stab holes
in the side of
their breasts
and fuck the
fresh stabwound..”

she took
another sip
of her drink,

“..there’s
a bunch of
sick fucks in
this world,
wouldn’t
you agree?”

he said nothing.

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