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Perhaps you were cold
or maybe broke and hungry
but know it was bold
to pilfer things from me

If it was unattended
I might understand
but it was ******* attended
very ******* close at hand

At least you were decent
and left me my keys
Oh, wait! No you're a ****
I hope your **** gets disease

If I ever find you
I'll rip out all your teeth
I wouldn't **** you, true
but you're a worthless, ******* thief.

Now I'm not quick to anger
and I've got a long fuse
you best accept the danger
with the targets you choose

So know that I'm ******
and I'm ready to attack
You're high on my ****-list
and I want my ******* coat back
Some ******* stole my coat off of the back of my chair,
while I was studying, in the library, with headphones in,
on adderall, at about noon, on a cold ******* day.
Got locked out of my apartment for several days
until my roommate got back from cali. So Ridiculous.
What a limp-**** *******.
She stood outside the rusted metal door.
She knocked once, but there was no answer*
There would be no answer
Everyone had long since left to the other world.
I walked slowly towards her
She took a last draw from her cigarette
and ground it beneath her foot.

I wonder what her bare feet will look like
Of course there was all time for that
I will kiss every toe and burn the memory in my mind.

She jumped when I laid a gentle hand upon her shoulder.
Her eyes measured me warily

Ah,

those dark brown eyes,
almost black,
so inhumanly beautiful.
I will kiss each one
and feel the caress
of each soft eyelash against my skin.

Her panicked fear set within me a flame
and all I can see now was her,
her hair,
her eyes,
her supple mouth
that formed a perfect cupid’s bow,
a bow I wanted to open,
stretch,
kiss and caress.  
I pulled her to me.
I laid my lips atop hers
amidst her struggle to get away,
but my grip was like iron.

I tasted the cigarette on her tongue.

Our chests touched
and I could feel the flutter of her heart
as she laid her palms against my chest

trying to separate us.

The clink of teeth on teeth resounded
in my ears
and against the night air
void of all sound.
She screamed,
a sound that I fully expected,
the delicate pitch making me rush
in a bought of impatience
to open the door
that I pulled the metal from its hinges.
I pulled her inside towards the stairs,
towards our room.

She raged against me.
Pulling and pushing,
trying desperately to flee,
but it was too late.

I would not let her leave me.
            *Never.
Today I felt my death
stalking me,
breathing its genderless
ice breath
down my neck--
giving me visions
of my semi-truck and trailer
sliding off the edge of this
icy cliff,
or that one,
with me inside,
the close-up showing me
with that concentrated look
of someone who is
unsuccessfully
trying to avoid
coming to terms
with their imminent
demise.

Needing to change the
doomed channel,
I stopped
flirting with death
long enough to
park my rig in
the big gravel lot
of Dot's Cafe,
and
eat lunch.

Compared to cold death,
wrinkled
baby tomatoes
and wilted
lettuce
were good--
real good.
The gray cucumber guts
disemboweled
all around my
salad plate
looked better than
mine would have,
at the bottom
of that cliff,
I'm sure.
I find it hard
to Master bate in public
with people looking.

— The End —