Somewhere fate and fault crossed,
And it landed him in her path.
He never used a map again.

In the second their eyes met,
A world was formed.
One of absolute chaos and destruction,
The other of life and semblance.
In the second they looked at each other,
A universe was created and destroyed.

Her body with a spectral of invisible tattoos that looked like scars she wore for warpaint.

To see them, they’d have to re-invent the colour wheel, and look at it in the fourth dimension.

Her eyes- bulbous, sullen, luminous buttons. The kind you find only on shirts that glow in the dark.  
The neck- a charred red;

Many a thousand orange suns resided there.
Converging a pungent focal point, on her principal axis.

Some men would call her ugly.

But how she looked like the most beautiful roadkill he had ever seen..

So, he drove over her again.

Nice to meet you, stranger
You look like I love you from somewhere.
  
We’ve got three whole lives
to exchange pleasantries.  
Yours. Mine. Ours.
  
But just for now,  
can we go back to my place
and set each other on fire?
  
I only ask because, tonight
I’m inflammable.

I ran out of fire extinguisher at 3 am.  
Oh very well then,  
I reckon some forest fires  
you can only douse,  
if you are to burn with them.


Don’t worry sweetpea  
it’s not going to **** you yet.  
You’ve still got some time to serve.
Some storms to weather.  
Some flames to persevere.  
Some houses to burn.  


When you’re done rebuilding the city from scratch,
When you have eaten enough rubble to be able to call it home-food,
When you’ve drank sweet sweat and craved for blood in a chalice instead,
You may leave.  


Congratulations my love!  
You have lived.

You see that woman’s frown line talking?

It has limbs of its own- arms, legs alike.

“I’ve have been fleeced”- it moans incessantly.

Why may I ask Madam?

“I had asked for breakfast in bed. They served me devil in a teacup instead.”