Pencil Lead Syringe

Everything that comes out of your
mouth is amazing. See your pale face passing over, over
again. My grip on your ankles gets weak as you puncture
the walls around us. I’m sorry you’re dead. Bite the curb.
Snap. You should have loved me. Oops, it’s too late and
now your mouth is big enough to suck mine and his necks.
I never met a tent spike I wouldn’t like to put in your
stomach. I’m smiling at you now and does it make anything
different? You are so beautiful now, peaceful and calm.
When your back snaps think of me. I’m sorry you’re dead.