I stalk the biting wind breathing an opulent lust flowering from this subtle execution. Your heartless shadow throws odd angular patterns that pierce a hole through agony and raise the dead.
Liquid velvet pours across the radiant threshold to continue the tradition of famine and wasting desire. I inject the poison of our wounded bitterness. Your magic sorrow gushes and I smile. Merciless, intense, yet generous your crystallized extravagance, the nectar of your blood bears the arc of this groaning pinion wheel a trophy of neglect sweetened with iodine. An orange tinted moon straddles the screaming sky.
The walls are thickly splattered. Your teeth have ripped a jugular vein. Our baby shaken braindead in rapturous death her mouth agape.
Lacking creation I am craving consummation. You put the rifle in my hands. A raw extraction rotting in the rain walking away without a backwards glance.
