you’re *****. you’re filthy.
come and i’ll show you how to be clean.

deep down inside you’re rotten.
you’re ridden with maggots.
you’re infested, hideous.
come and i’ll fix you, come and i’ll love you.

let me guide you here,
and in exchange,
i’ll let you keep your skin.
come and i’ll show you how to be good.

what you need is a change of pace.
something to live for.
come and i’ll seek you, come and i’ll find you.

you’re covered in soil.
you’ve been digging your grave with your own **** hands.
come and i’ll show you how to be clean.

I.
you found a light out by the road.
you named it for a prayer.

II.
you ask me, can you keep a secret?
i’ve been thinking, you say, i’ve been thinking
it’s about time we committed ritual suicide.
and i can keep a secret so i don’t say a thing.

III.
we’ve been collecting roadkill for as long as we can remember.

IV.
look at this, i murmur, look at all the blood.
you’re a mess. you’re a ****** mess.
where are my teeth? you ask through desperate tears.
my pearly whites! my fangs! where are they?
where did you put them?

V.
our lungs full of smoke, you lay by my side.
there’s a fire, i say quietly. come on. time to go.
but you won’t move.

VI.
rosaries of milk around your eyes.
i could have saved you.

i am hallowed and hollow.
a divine being with
something to **** for.

trapped in a flesh cage
i am wild and furious
desperate to be freed.
desperate to be
        violent.

lightning struck me in my
angel childhood
left me with shattered wings
and electric human blood.
i am something in between.

i wish i could meet my match.
i wish i could fight him.
i wish i could win.

i am made of heaven and stardust.
of flesh and bone.
i am made of something inorgnanic,
something untouchable.
if you touch me,
you
will
burn.

take this and put it on your shelf:
fruit was not nearly as sweet to eat
as you were.

your lips turn gunmetal grey
when my hands are at your throat
and my teeth are at your mouth.
your eyes are blue turning green turning red.

it’s very cold where you are
and where are you, when you’re not near me?
you’re going to have to pay the price
for wandering away from me.

i’m saving you, don’t you see?
saving you for when i’m hungry.
saving you for when you’re ripe.

see, here’s the thing.
your heart was just made to be eaten.
it’s not my fault you’re
so
delectable.

there is nothing kind
about you.
nothing sweet about
your blood tooth.
how fortunate i would have been
had i known
just how bitter you’d taste.

what i wouldn’t give for another chance to say
“you made me sick.”
darling when you touched me it felt like burning.
not in the same way that a lit match feels against your face
more like the way your stomach feels after you haven’t eaten for three days.
that’s what it felt like. an empty stomach.

and you can’t say you didn’t teach me that starving and loving are the same thing.
they both hurt. they both stretch out.
they both **** you by the end of it.

honey when the end hit us,
i didn’t want you to go. i wanted to be full of something, that’s all.
i was full of you.
i needed you like lungs in smoke:
too much, too much.

what you needed was an apology.
what you got was me.

darling what i wouldn’t give for another chance to say
   “you made me sick. you made me sick
        and i loved you for it.”