the TWENTY EIGHTH of AUGUST, TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY.

i wonder what being entwined with someone feels like.
linking our souls, along with our fingers.
peaceful, i imagine. rest.
someone to drown themselves in my guts,
dig around, entrancing me.
someone to let me reach down their throat,
i'll pluck every heartstring.
no imbalance, one entity against the world.
whiskey and smoke and haze and dizziness.
drunk on violence and adoration.
i scraped up his mangled brains and made them my own.
safe with me, now.

take me back!