Mysterious glue
holds everything together.
The bond so tight
I can't get my hand away.
I look deep
into your eyes
and you finger your way
from here to there.
The nail falls
from the ceiling
and the light crashes
causing
shock and pain.
The speed
of the car
is so powerful
I can feel my heart
slam
against my back.
I feel it
coming
closer to me.
The clock changes
time
as your emotions
change too.
I sit, relaxed
with my hair in
my eyes.
I intend
to let
you know.
I crave the extremities
only the paranormal
dream about.
I collapse in shock
when I hear the voice
of distant past ghosts
whispering my death
to me.
I saw
the way you reacted
to my touch
and I know
it felt like razor blades
out to draw your blood
so I can suck your
cut dry.
I feel empty
like a box full
of angel's hair
and dandelions.
The chair
collapses
underneath my weight
of divine cartoonists.
My hand grips
the ball of
the doll house
but I still see it.
I look into the
window and find
nothing.
Empty, surrounds the
bliss I call demise.
I don't know
where my juices flow
but they
keep coming.
Blinking light
atop of me
backing up
I hear the beep.
I fall on tracks
that lead into
a forest
protecting many
soviets.
The weed grows quickly
as the ambulance
takes off.
I lay and look
at the lights
and drag on
my cigarette
a little longer.
I look up toward the
stars with five
pointy daggers
that drag
across my face
to disfigure
me even more
and my eyelashes
stick together
with invisible tape.
My ribbon looks
across my stomach
and sees my hole
and leaps in
to pleasure
itself.
I lick my fingers
for I wounded
them on my file.
Twenty minutes later
I look for revenge
and I realize
the whole
time
I've
been
dead.