this should have been my 69th but instead ill call it my 33

"yellow sulphur rot of fevered words like a black fly halo round yr putrid skull polished horn of sneering burning eyes removed with corkscrew thumbs from feast of worm, corpse of nothing yr laughter l..."

"echos from the flat grey horizon, dead waters to my breast cold wind of light subtracting reverberations of memories drowned within- rain like a thousand knives black upon black upon black agai..."

"the ceiling is literaly caving in i hear dead draggy steps someone watches the sleepin guests and fogs the windows between us with his clouds of steaming breath. footsteps in the snow long deep stride..."

"the sea is heavy around me but i am weightless in its grip heroin is the cold around me as the currents surge and shift... i share my breath with the fishes pearls in glowing swirls from my lips..."

"you crush my lips like a spent cigarette yr tongue is a cherry flame that flicks ashes on my breath- yr nails dig like shovels and leaves graves to bury what i can not forget- flesh to flesh s..."

"a starving mouse is crawling through the ceiling a tiny cat sits by the hole and waits jaws quivering, tail swishing eyes wide open for the kill the mouse is ready to drop like a paratropper the cat w..."