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{“When I dunk my head in holy water, to rid myself of your poison. Hatred circuits through my veins at the delusional expectancy I have clasped. I let my nucleus out of its solitary incarceration; a cage and allowed it to spiral against your wings, perhaps it was a mistake or perhaps it was not. 
I understand too extensively and it ravages me, as the preadolescence of our humanity. 
How much more plunges of sharp needle stick knives are we going to take? How many junctures are we going to lose our minds? How many times are our hearts going to shatter into the cold stone bricks of our encompassed cooped-in apartment? How many times am I going to hurl everything into the brick walls and wail; even though I cannot? They keep it all befouled in, clandestine, we secure the locks to our hearts. 
Nonentity can get in and nobody can get out, ultimately that particular somebody found a way. Don’t they always? 
I had believed I consigned to the grave my soul at the sound of your voice; seven feet under, with no withdrawal nor to escape. As The snow comes clattering, my indicators shiver as does my body, it trembles at the thought of you; I curse myself for my stupidity. I shan’t think of you. A curse I cannot undo, that that is rigorously what you are. Shall we harvest the seeds of love? It is the season of merit after all. And as the sprouts thrive, prosper, and blossom into a miscellany of flowers. 
Either lavender or a cactus; either it stings or it mends. Either it desecrates you or it mends you, you wither away. The soil you ravish and push aside as you engrave in that particular hole and take out your soul from your gut, your core, and you …
push, push, push. 
Seven feet under, you sheathe it with a cactus. 
As if you have taken Xanax, you let your body go, numb to the core, you feel frivolity. That was rigorously what you were reckoned to discern in the first niche. entirely nothing.  You are the drug, the dosage, the needle; I am the victim of your creation, if I don’t endure you I drown. Though if I do, you slither around me and staple your canines into my protruding collarbone, and suck in your toxin, a deadly poisonous substance which makes me go numb, it succumbs throughout my body. It feels heavenly, Though I am not free. We are never free. 
Either we love, 
Or we die."}
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