i am black thoughts dripping through my fingers, weak and helpless this is well beyond my comprehension my words have all been trampled into dust so i held her tight offered donuts and chocolate fried chicken from the deli held open the trash bag while we tidied up the place she had to be there…

I don’t know how we got here. We drove in blind, in the dark, blindfold on my eyes and if I could have seen in front of me I would have turned and clawed my way back through the night-afraid of the light. You led us here by instinct, perhaps, or echolocation, the sound of…

for some reason i feel i owe an explanation (of course i don’t; the ones to whom i might will only nod and offer reassurances of understanding and the rest of you don’t matter) -owe you something for the time you’ve come and settled in, reading my thoughts over coffee or a piece of pie…

you are blistered, burned from the inside out reeking fecal smells like shit in here lit up like a goddamn ferris wheel on fire, spinning you don’t know who the fuck you are you don’t know anything but the leather skin that covers up your fetid organs you eat death you breed death you fear…