nightlights shimmering
in the sky above,
reckoning
beckoning the dazed
spelling
our deaths
in eras from tonight
love,
do not fear fates divinity
run
from this which I tame.
ink splotches the
bottle
as I tip it up
end
into my mouth
liquid poison
yearning for the
one
final siren to blow
smashing
crashing me to the underground.
take
my hand
squeeze the veins
blue
and show me
you
don’t care.
Alter the path Mary.
push the button on the elevator,
going up, going down
it’s all the same in my head,
spinning it out, running straight down the road
it’ll work out the same as we curse
the heavy air
shrapnel coursing through our streams
of reddened water,
as we wake to the noise of traffic
in early morning rise
a sound I have never known
such as when I remember
you face.
as we sit on the old wooden park-bench,
splinter on the palm of my hand
I suck it, kneading
the poison from my body
a desperation infiltrating
my constant streams of paranoia
when I look behind.
in the bath thrice
you sunk me under,
behind the bedroom door
stabbed me in the back,
out the kitchen window
shot me
through the lungs
spraying froth across
the counter.
into the lounge stumbling
cursing as you
lovingly wrapped the television cord
around my neck,
tripping down the steps
with the axe
following every footfall
into the garage
filling now
with the gas chilling
silently thrilling
I suck the air deep.
paranoia is such bliss
from this mangled
world.
Did Mary sink the boat?
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