zucchinimuffin

this is neither the time nor the place to tell you i souled your nightmares to the devil's mother for three dollars & six sense—the same price as your misshapen cardiomuscles.  or that one time i went skydiving with your ego, crashing dead autopilots in the middle of the ocean. my pulmonary vessels sunk as phantom limbs stretched towards the maudlin dreamcatcher hanging over your gallows bedpost           the knots in my noosestomach           tied tight strangled my ideas &