I.
about the end of the world, it’s already here. it’s here
and you couldn’t spot it and she couldn’t spot and i couldn’t spot it and-
destruction is so clear and it’s hard to care about it burning. burning
when you are full of fluorescent lights burning liquid nitrogen through your pores. burning
cheap whiskey downdowndown. it is
ugly like hell it is ugly like heaven it is ugly like you-
II.
i could write scriptures on the finer points of being used. i would
finish ten times and i would glue the seams together with adhesive wool and
wonder why the pages wouldnotcouldnotwouldnot stay together-
(i gave you shredded sheets; you ripped me up first)
III.
the world is over and i stood and watched it melt into ash. i keep trying to read but the words are blending together in the smoke and all i get is nomorenocando and no-
the toxic wind feels delicious on my polished skin wiping
away the cells that bound us together; watch me rip the hems with
eyebrow tweezers the wool falling apart in cinders; watch me stitch the cinders together-
ribbons of you and i dangling in the precipice- watch me take those ribbons and
grind them into dust under my kneecaps
IV.
watch me breathe vaporic acid down your chest, circulating through your lungs and out-
you are alive and it is nothing but unfortunate. let me
drag your broken bruised battered body through disintegrating wreckage. i will
wrap my calloused hands around your torrid throat and watch our cells
melt into each other-
(honey, i have imprinted on you and now you can watch the world burn beneath my fingers)
V.
pulling the hair out of her head piece by piece. watch me do this
love. watch me sew her shattered teeth back together and put them back to where they were-
tell me, do you still love her smile?