Dawn coughs its way to noon, the sun bears down blistering my skin, asking questions, highlighting each flaw-- I take one last drag from one last cigarette, put out the flaming tip on an ant hill-- Joshua J. Hutton, the Destroyer-- a sizzle, a scramble, where do we go from here?
I call my redheaded love, ask her to spend the afternoon listening to me read old books full of filthy poetry, and as she sighs, I slit her throat to see what's inside-- a candy apple coated fever dream of future her and me, a hatred of my mane, and a longing for the far corner of everything-- I stitch her milky neck, kiss her ear, rub her shoulders with my rotting hands, and tell her purgatory just got easier, knowing we piece with blood and beauty, holy men rejoice, ****** get jubilant, this smoldering mess connects.