#they're raw dogging chlorine ?????????????

[albonium]

i think i must be in a coma and i've been halucinating the last 5 years

[t4ct1c4l-fluk3]

Here is the sink to wash away the blood,

here's the whiskey, the ripped-up shirt, the tile of the bathroom floor,

the disk of the drain

punched through with holes

This is the part where you wake up in your clothes again,

this is the part where you're trying to stay inside the building

This is the place, you say to yourself, this is the place where everything

starts to begin,

the wounds reveal a thicker skin and suddenly there is no floor

Here is the hallway and here are the doors and here is the fear of the

other thing, the relentless

thing, your body drowning in gravity.

This is the in-between, the waiting that happens in the

space between

one note and the next, the place where you confuse

his hands with the room, the dog

with the man the blood

with the ripped-up sky

It's happening all over again

It's love or it isn't. It isn't over

You're in a car. You're in the weeds again. You're on a bumpy road

and there are criminals everywhere,

Longing for danger

Open the door and the light falls in. Open your mouth and it falls

Right out again

It isn't you. You're falling now. You're swimming. This is not

harmless. You are not

breathing. You're climbing out of the chlorinated pool again.

We have not been given all the words necessary.

We have not been given anything at all.

We've been driving all night.

We've been driving a long time.

We want to stop. We can't.

Is there an acceptable result? Do we mean something when we talk?

Is it enough that we are shuddering

from the sound?

I've been in your body, baby, and it was paradise.

I've been in your body and it was a carnival ride.

They want to stop but they can't stop. They don't know what

they're doing.

This is not harmless, the how to touch it, we do not want the screen

completely

lifted from our eyes, just lifted long enough to see the holes.

Tired and sore and rubbed the wrong way,

rubbed raw and throbbing in the light.

They want to stop but they don't stop. They cannot get the bullet out.

Cut me open and the light streams out.

Stitch me up and the light keeps streaming out between

the stitches.

He cannot get the bullet out, he thinks, he can't, and then he does.

A little piece of grit to build a pearl around.

Midnight June. Midnight July. They've been going at it for days now.

Getting the bullet out.

Digging out the bullet and holding it up to the light, the light.

Digging out the bullet and holding it up to the light

You try to warn him. You tell him that you will want to get inside of him and ruin him, but he doesn't list. You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart. Or you pin them down with your body and pretend they're yours.