fried

2009

grease poursout the fires

of my body and in a panicked

race to con

geal your blood

makes crooked marks upon

skin

we all knew it

was coming all of us

but to admit defeat would

be (oh what a sa

tis

fy

ing crunch it was) dreadfully

easy and, after all

we are were nothing but a con

venient octagon of masochist s

you know, i lost count

after 123for.