i am
beyond
the need
for a suicide girl
i need
a genocide woman
one
who is willing
to wrap her hands
around
the throat of the world
and squeeze
while
blowing me a kiss
as tired
of suffering alone
in silence
as i am
unless
she is willing
to pour gas
on everything
and
strike the match
across
my stubbled cheek
while whispering poetry
into my ear
before biting hard
onto
the side of my neck
as
it all burns down

i guess
i am
where
i need to be
beyond acceptance
to anything less than
extraordinary