the epidemic:

A dragonfly across the sun
The trees hang upside down
The remedy, a thousand knives
In your mothers back
She screams ‘the heartbeat, is coming back’
Casting down the famous, bled
For their sins and their good will, bled
Fed with anger by your mothers addiction
She’s a nightmare
‘the heartbeat, is coming back’



::an unborn mother slain -virgin- hot red ambition::


to kill