I murdered you.
Drowned in a pool of stagnant dreams
Your body half buried in the murky puddle
Vicious and unprovoked
A dream a thousand times over can be a nightmare
It was necessary
Again and again and again
I know. I know.
There are no happy endings
For me
A sick, sick person damned to love
To your dead, bloated, heartless body
Your scales have all fallen off
Leaving you glimmer-less
And yes, mine eyes have grown cloudy
In deep dark sockets that retract into my fucked up head
You have sucked the marrow from my long, long bones
Like a starved addict not knowing what he truly is
My salt is all that is left
To pour you away
Bitter, bitter friend
Drink up.
Austerberto R. Palis, Jr.
October 2, 2004; 14:42pm