i.

she's pale perfection shimmering in the darkness
she's exquisite flawlessness; a g-i-f-t from faeries
and you can almost see right through her, she's so (translucent)
and so the *rubies* pulsing in her veins just beg for fondling
let them out with d [ia] mond razors and run your fingers through the gleaming red




that's why she's
ohsomarred, ohsoscarred, ohso, ohso, ohsosososo....

ii.

we're all just rats locked in a maze built of [nightmares]
scrabbling for our share of the colored polyhedrals
covered in tissue paper with {Escape} stamped all over them.
we all have our own special B R A N D of denial

--chop your breakfast on a mirror--






(and you know all about crooked//\spoons)
but it's the

------ b.l.oo.d--------



that keeps you coming back to her day after day,
craving more, craving more, craving moremoremore....

iii.

her lips are twin lines of crimson fire in the darkness
etching their o-u-t-l-i-n-e onto yours.
icy arm sn(a)kes around your neck as she draws you nearer
--untarnished but for the running t:r:a:c:k marks--
and as your [lips] find the scarlet [warmth]
that gushes from the protruding










criss x cross












network of blue and green
ohmygod it's so (heavenly) it's so (delirious) so so (and beware you could lose
















yourself in that; you're
















drowning in the paradise)
&&in between your h e a v y breathing you remember: this is why




you could never leave her --your dreamer's foolishness--

[oh.no.no.no]