I’ll drink the life out of me if it means un-remembering.
I’ll kill a liver, kill a mind skull of keeping tonight if it ends our ceremonious fire.
I’ll promise my life to squalor, to the keeping’s of scratched tickets, plans of the drunk
It’s mirrored isnt it? It’s mine by design
orange carbonated stain drippings
from the wall, a long tare of flesh
deep red runs returning to her eyes
sublimate this room to poison
the memorys yelling
a black void marble voice
a cardboard punching bag
a civilized devil you
spare me