Rob

all the coke lines in the bathroom lined up and she’s lined up and it’s just a number and her days are numbered she said she likes it rough so you took some sandpaper, made a moving floor in a room with no exits except some twisted path ran and she ran and she ran and she lied down sludge you lied, lingerie, lingering you got to see beneath her skin pulled her h because beneath her clothes wasn’t enough her shirt up you remembered that barbie dolls don’t breathe screams of pleasure remembered some cat scratches walking dogs barking she tied your hands up or something in her panties f*cked you too hard stimulate so special she ran for you dead in the park, she was in love you were your eyes watching masked it as something you could can’t separate —oh so you’re sorry now masked in your face her blood under the tree, you on the rocks salt the salt from your sweat and c*m she’d grow into soil and you into air or was it morning, that morning air tears and blood remember what your name is: oops you think you killed it at least in one piece, disassembled