life is never fair
that's why people invented games

I'm telling you that what you did to me is not and will never be right

ripping out my teeth
for the sake of inorganics

carve your head like an
ice sculpture
and present you to your family

"he ran like a ******* gazelle" he jumped out of a window and ran down the street

which didn't stop me from running him over with my car

looking for a part of myself to call alive
in the face of this

for multiple partitions of my youth I was exclusively accompanied by a black crow
it followed me everywhere, it perched strategically outside of my window and called to me all throughout the night and through each painful day I called upon my will to smash the crow but it would not let me frantically I ran to the garage and got some gas a rag and threw it at my house in hopes of scaring the bird but it was gone

carrion, forever
immortality crushed
red tastes and broken glass everywhere

look at the mess I have made of my life

rudiments of a former dwelling
silt from the river
to cover fragments and bone

to color the walls of my being
to deduce me to dust

God is dead