with what wings
we cried
listen
you
freaks
chaos will cling from me
he approached me
his eyes
of
green
what was this dream
he wouldn't allow me to leave
his hands
we're
all
over me
he jars my juices
lubricating
his
nooses
putting my mind
in
an
choke hold
he loves me
past old
this is our third life
he loves me so much
he killed
his
wife
we buried her
in alpphabit soup cans
we consume her twice
an
week
he says she says
never mind
you wouldn't
believe
me
anyways
well then
just
go from
me
?
...
..
.
now our
thoughts
...
..
.
