slipslding
an incongruence
of angles
in an absurdity
of atomic disarray
manglingamalgamations
maligingintentions

a case of
channeling threads
of technicolor silk
entanglingantiquity
in a confounding
series of shapes
intended to convey
basicmimicryinto
works of art

am i pretty
pretty enough
can you lick
my scars
taste the cancerous
fucking rot
blossoming in
putridpinwheels
errant sparks
i cannot see
through the fumes

you’re perfect
fucking stu ning
u bleshi.ed
a bastion of hope
in the stormy
fucking seas

cut me
with your
words
or teeth
or claws
just fucking
tearmeapart

i want bruises
my bruises will
tell their bruises about
asyoubite.mylip
choke me u n t
i
l
l
the light
goes
out
slapme back
and
choke
me
.

untl the little
bone
p o p s
poppoppoppop

all the little piggies
sleep tidy
in a
ro
w

i can’t
be
fucking bothered
pop
p
oppop

iamastai n
inyourso u l
stut
tut
tut
tering

i l
ovey
ou

an acid blot
etched in
temporarypermanence
across our
va
c
ant
vagabound
hells