I got my period again on the same month I did last year.
I haven't had it for approximately a year.
I was beginning to think I was bringing new life.

it's a child's dream, and I'm playing limbo with my time.

You help me reach the full feeling of ecstasy
with rusted chained locked lips waiting to be freed.

Tell me quickly before they find out,
tell me softly the four lettered word,

Let time stand still before your trembling lips,
and let us fill each others hollowed bodies with our former sorrows.

,
                                    from my mummified state, and lift me from the grave I dug, don't depend on me anymore to continue beating myself up
                                                              ­      
                                         i want to feel alive again

your last dying words release from tight lips slowly letting go of the fist from my shirt,
                                                                             it sounds like freedom.

Warm sauce
as hot as my blood
splattered all over the floor.

Spit out,
puked up,
you slammed my head on the floor.

Mop up or eat it.
You used my mopped head to clean it.

Ever since then, I couldn't eat spaghetti again.