His Talk, Her Teeth

There Were Wires

Compositor: There Were Wires

cut once! cut deep! cut where it counts! cut now! cold cocked and slowly stalked she was almost gone under a drunken moon. curmble and crash because this is the last we just may ever see of you.
a sickness so deep she'd stare in her sleep. focused on all that's just out of reach. ghosts of disaster haunting near...disappeared. and i can't see through you. we'll miss you every night. somnambulists and amputees.
took apart directions taped to the front door a note that nothings wrong and pink spots in black hearts.

i wonder so badly where you've gone and if his talk and her teeth were mine....cut now, cut now, cut now.