Shells

I’ll fucking destroy you.

I’ll dangle you above a sea of starving sharks.

They’ll rip you limb-from-limb,

while you scream for someone,

anyone,

to save you

from the pain.

While your blood coagulates

around massive gashes,

I’ll destroy you more.

I’ll bundle everything you love—

and own-

into your favorite rosemary quilt,

light a match,

drop it—

us—

into a bucket

of gasoline.

And we’ll burn.

We’ll burn.

Memories…

Your memories, your over-thinking,

Your memories, your mirrors.

Your hollow shells, we.

We’ll burn.

It’ll fucking destroy you.

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