hold your right hand up. guard your extremities - with five digits. that is, decide which is most important to you.

no one covers their heart, perhaps because they don’t have one. but once there is a hole with a diameter of three inches in that exact spot, no one seems to live.

the victimizer victimized, oh! what juxtaposition. the back of my mind meeting the bottom of my heart, and as turnstiles spew hundreds of willing spectators, the projectiles move forth. the second great flood.

i leave you to your demise

as you sit comatose in a puddle of bile, and the acids soak up your flesh.