i want to open up his chest and live inside his lungs and count the number of ribs left in him until i fall asleep. i want to make pretty ribbons out of his intestines and count all his eyes and bite his brain and dig my fingers into his stomach. i want to hug his beating heart. i want to remind him of his humanity as i cover him in his human blood and viscera and gore. i want to sing him my favorite songs. i want to comb his hair. i want to feed him soup. i want to squeeze all the air out of his lungs and watch him turn blue and beg for mercy. i want to wrap him in a blanket like a newborn kitten.













