transcendental self flagellation to the dulcet notes of agonized screams

the slapping of bloody flesh, misanthropic fairy tales of pleasure brought through the severity of pain

humming a happy tune along with the skeletal bluebird outside the window

a wet, persistent cough echoes throughout the hall, rheumy with a view of madness, clammy skin and sunken eyes

i hear something being dragged unwillingly down the carpet

hell is a hotel on the edge of the abyss, far from home, farther from Her

as the deep south freezes around me, the air condition is stuck on to polar expanse, i shiver and smile

it is roughly, exactly, as i expected