Jul 24, 2013
☤ Still, you, like a magician’s assistant lie frozen helpless on your back, smiling bleached teeth upward at the ceiling so the crowd suspects nothing, your eyes calm heartbeat at adagio patiently prepared to be dismembered. This is what you wanted, to be noticed by the one who doesn't believe in feeble tricks not coming in case the magic was r e a l to save you to cherish the fact you w a i t ed- your reality though it's too late to choke back your wish as I devour you slowly, blood pooling between the illusionist you've been cut in half your grand finale misery.