I told you:
she died to the sound of *** in the room with her
to the sight of nothing but a glowing screen
conscious through the mist
hollow bones screeching as they grind
pulling at each others laughs
can't see anything at all but the fear
slicing through the distance with the suspense of open water
illogical maps traveling through your mind
like a field of naked boys, dancing and singing,
going on rides, sending out signals,
I want to say more things that end that way
suspending in air with a mustache
your large bones are experienced
tripping into the silence
back to the point of:
I don't care.