tragedy

warheads

pressing in-formation

causing her throat to swell and tighten

building desire

like cities

digging tunnels

too deeply

disrespectfully

into her earth

creating openings

and avalanches

minute tragedies in her stomach

leaving little flags where maybe something lies buried

tragedy that has nowhere else to go…

eat it or fuck it

the catch cry as armies march in

spiralling down

screwing through

her well….meant vows

taking them down

merciless

as though somehow in opposition

to her own will

full

set up

take it down

like dominoes

impossible!

black and white photos lending sentiment to the horror of endings

it hurts

she curls

sucking her fingers

confused … pleasure or pain

life FUCKING LIFE

with it’s love and death shit

a tragedy

swinging gaily in her stomach

hilarious

not special

just because it has nowhere else to go

Thankyou Trent Lewin for your poetic and inspiring words from ‘Promise: The Ending’