the whites of her eyes, porcelain.

her voice so ambient as I release

we loved her Once.

in her mouth, in her mouth.

she lives in the peripheral and listens.

she kills in the peripheral and glory speaks her name

glory cuts her face.

We are drenched in sin.

we are the infinite.



Infinite.



lost in abstract wounds

drink from abstract wounds

the whispers distract from the cutting.

lost in abstract wounds

drink from abstract wounds

this small sense of pride.

This can't be! no stop. NO STOP!

Solvents soaked in her blood.

Solvents soaked in her blood.