let’s talk about demise. you are my nuclear shadow. from the moment you intruded into my space
( EXISTENCE ) has swelled under your oppressive
it’s vile, the way you touch or think to touch
your hands are smeared across my mind
and on my memory of you
let’s talk about willingness. i am willing to visualize you as a burlesque abortion.
you’re an aftertaste i can’t mask with mint
you are a hollow