Bad ending? Commentary?
My mind while I think of you, every time- is a mess sitting in tangles called hair
Crumbs with your face on them coagulate like blood but
I’m sure I could clean up if I wanted to. I have no inclination to rout you out.
Tearing my own veins out of my arm, letting the beast in too soon leaves me no other option than
To admit the parasite in my Versailles shaped mind with it’s tender
underbelly, growing sweet love.
