Inside our sollace, our suicide, our killing and ******.
Inside in its splendor and its candid horror.
The door is terrifying. Terrific! And terrible.
The other world, clawing, scraping at the seams.
Bounce away on your bouncy castle you silly little boy.
Break your legs and tear your throat.
There are more than your own eyes on your demise.

He dragged her off by her ankles.
Her roll was done, part played.
Prayer preached.
Her face stained with filth,
As she shaved across the ground.
A song entered his head,
A hymn of nothing
Empty in its divine message.

Curled wrists
Hung spine
Garroted feet
Twisted hands.