SLIT my WRISTS

DETERIORATION >

Unsealed was their fate. As they dated their time had no expiration curdled together both spoiling eachother . . Plastic coverings on one and foiling the other.  Accompanying eachother like two peas in a pod never needing to understand standing strong as a nod. Inclining gestures of contradictory affection racing through decomposition slowly losing complexion. Rigormortis...
Emotions now stiff. What a deathly stench.
 
ULNAR ART'ERY >

Paralysis.. both arms in both arms motionless wrists entrenched. Nothing less to lose nothing left to prove. No longer do cares linger in this trench it's lifeless down here nothing but crisis now here. Succumbed by anguish and tormenting fears.
Not fear for the pain soon to unleash on my veins nor the acclimation of my complete alteration. Laceration is the destination. And agony is the vessel and mode of transportation.

Bound to your grasp motionless.. you slit me open the flow sets in motion centralization.

My trepidations become real ..... horrific ironically i become the monument monument... Monu'mental desolation...

Nonexistent