serving stew to suicideseason

suicide smog
pollution rotting
actual decay
of minds
and memories,
of shoulders
and showers,
little flowers
sucking cock.

come here baby fuck
come and get
your desserts
desert
detest disease disabled
death
depressed
little cunt.

this time we must crawl
through mucus
oozing
out your anus
pus annihilating hating
your pulsating pores
sick prick
shall we dance?
I forgot what
[you shot]
you were
like
pretty pictures painted
with pretty pale lives
kill my darling
sweet revenge
kill yourself my love
sweet sounds
death in the afternoon

[but I didn't really mean fate]

death in a bowl
for dinner….

after you’re done
chopping carcass
smashing sin
ripping red raw
shreds
dip me with dripping
and boil
soul clings to sides

and I think
in my equation
I forgot to say
fucking ripper

you got me
and it’s been
damnably tasty


serve me up good as stew.










for mister suicide season.