sinus infection, moral infraction, soul in traction, stuck in redaction

i am considering db coopering my life

there is a bomb in my briefcase

i need two hundred grand in twenties and a sewn shut parachute

fly me through the rain towards reno

take my clip on tie and watch me soar into the dark woods below

i

was never here

just another mystery lost to the annals of time

the man that loved you more than life itself, so much that he took it upon himself

to remove himself from the equation, no longer an object of abject fleeting devotion, emotional revulsion, incontinent expulsion