My cowardice congeals beneath me and I remember everything. I remember everything?
I came to revere her as I melted over a replay of our semi-formal. I can see her pupils painted like chapel tapestries in the creases of my palms. The
I am a newborn in her succubus maternity ward, wide-eyed and trembling at the caress of opportunity. We are sleeping on calliope absinthe and painted
I buried her body beneath the West River so that the wake would dredge my dismembered trophy upon its exhibition shores a withered statue of a catalyst
She is my marionette, her face painted vibrantly like mislaid satire. Strung from the trees like party streamers, her capillaries are wavering trapezes
I (WHITE RAGE) And when the rats shuffle from the woodwork brandishing shears like torches and hearts like pitch, we'll know whose ears are deaf to