nietzsche

5 hours
some minutes.
the tiger eye wet
and devious.
the scratch n taste
mathematician of flesh
the lines short/long
Raw.

i caught you little bird.
i felt you die under my fingers.
a ghost emerged-
crept into my mouth.
the other lions ceased to roar.
Quiet.

this one
thistle and brick
hardened over time
I
melted down
beatsick and blurred.
found white skin
turned you
Red.

not a thought
others touch/taste/kill
not this flame-
oh no
the fan lies in your hands.
Burn.

said once
(while falling from the sky)
green apple boy
you please me.
i am hungry
let us dine.
we feast
such a divine way
to fill the mouth.
honey and saliva.
Glass.

now at rest
film reels
breathing/writhing
just a start-

(a massacre has been prophesized)
Roll on.

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(i love my friends.)

(aaaand i loooove this song) :