i.
Blessed be the righteous hatred which turns my faith;
tonight you bore a bleeders’ gleam, a fictitious grin moving with the light fixtures. Yesternight, I witnessed God crawling out of your eyes, pushed out like white hot tears. Your body was as rugged as tarp and your flesh was pale as sliced game meat.
ii.
I let you ask me a question about my youth and it came back to you in bite marks. Sorry, did you think i’d betray the animal in me? In a fortnight you’ll don the veil of the moon and scrape your living across my sun scar. You are the black bile running amok my tar city.
iii.
I whisper to you the secret dying which reddens your ears and causes you grief. Undeterred, I hand you this milky knife. The first of next month you’ll fracture into a million lives and a fifth flirty death. Your veins slip good over my sordid walls.