torrent of projectile liquids aided by the force of explosion stopping for a moment to gaze upon its reflection in the water, like a narcissist in his lover’s eyes, and converging with brute force. the fuck:

to infect the body of desire.

then you collapse with a short series of heaving breaths, a tiny wave slowly pushing itself to the edge of a bank

trying to reach something as if to leave an impression.

truly, you are humanity’s doppelganger.

i met a coat hanger with two purposes. he told me he lives for the linens, and he was thrust in their loins.

but now he’s in a box in some warehouse in new jersey waiting to burn like a rat snuffed out in the holocaust.

he wears the horrors that will scream by the cackles of fire to erase this moment, erase it’s need to exist amongst righteous adversity. he’ll die with the decisions and a penchant for desire.

when the last hanger burns.

and the first crusade begins, all but the self-righteous will be purged from earth for their sins.