lam.also.can.blog

A fine find. You were darling. You and your fractions. You forgot that you were darling. You and your clothings. You and your Mexican Empire of love. You and your crosses. You forget so easily that you were darling. You made love like paper. You had eyes. You and your lactation. Rows of teals. You had to…

A fine find. You can take us. Go on, you can take us. You were darling. You and your quality. You could play the piano well. Good news, anyone could. You and your rows of folds. You took up. You can take us. Go on, we come in paperbacks. You and your calling. You’re sick and driving. You ended it well. You and your plans. Your mother told me you had plans. To kill me. You and your deals. To kill me. You forget so easily that you were darling. To kill me. You took a sip. You had carrots. Then you vomit. We’ve always thought you had something with the devil.

You opened a key, into my eyes. You waved saliva. Maybe I could look into my eyes with you. Almost after midnight, you were clapping your hands while you swallowed me whole. The choice you chose said that you had to choose. One inch, two headed scones on my shoulders recording discreetly. They’re going to eat me, just like how you did. But I’ve been swallowed, yet consumed. I spiralled down. The score is still zero. The score is what you found in my storeroom.

You opened a key, into my eyes. I saw rain coming in, numbing down my face while you dug out some loose hair from your teeth. My future is here, under your intestines. Suspects and quivering, that maybe I could be poison. You could be pregnant. I could release some sperm while I’m here. Masturbating with your gastric juices. Slowly, exit left, repeating with the curtains closed. Lumps and curds, I’ve been keeping warm. I’ve been on your side, praying that god would eat you alive.