2/25/18 1:12AM
i’d like to know what it’s like
to have someone else reach
into my chest and pull
my obsidian heart out
instead of having to do it myself
i had a dream about a university
in the apocalypse
the degrees meant more
because i was in love
and always meant more than a gun on the barricade
necrotic angels glide over
washed out plains
inside my skull and i am still
alone, even if the
zombies rip me apart
every dream
no matter the beauty
or the curdling terror
ends alone, acquiescing
or clawing death throes
i had a dream where all i did
was sit on this stool
tottering on a windstorm
and write pithy shit
now, i wait to see whether it was terror
or god herself