Dear Everything
Tonight I may die of over stimulation my frontal lobe ****** by a televised illusion- of her listening to records black coffee the needle scratches
Her eyes shotgun blast to my chest second glance whiplash running
All the red lights in my brain she steps onto the street as I follow beneath in sewer tunnels like the rat to peanut butter smeared traps Squirming between the cracks in the pavement To
An old brick high rise looming I watch from the alley as one window
Lights her slender shadow ******* heart beating watch ticking
I climb the rusted razor wire fence the old fire escape to the window my knife blade slipping between the catch unlatching silently I slip into the bedroom flower
Scent engulfing my senses her form softly breathing eyes closed
I stand above her wishing I were dead ripping at the hole in my chest How must she taste?
Picking at the wound she has created crawling inside to infect with her canines snagging the muscle tissue startled awake she looks into my eyes snapping the trap on my neck