lots of them,
The love among them,
terrific,
almost splendid.
They fed each other poison,
loved with their guts,
if only they could exchange gifts,
that of the scent of wreaths.
i am okay,
The tongue,
the gestures,
the glance,
the stare,
the glare,
the eyes,
you know its definitely,
love.
much of it.
the thought of it,
the sight of it,
the sound of that chaos,
i listen with disgust,
when they squabble of x.
the unknown.
for the unknown.
fight,
eat,
kill,
laugh,
slaughter,
giggle,
suicide
tease,
smile,
die.
its not the end.
of the x.
of the return.
of the run,
of the race,
of the rats.
the ruins.
the reunion.
of the runny yolks.
the charred hearts.
the blurred vision.
i am okay,
but i shall wash myself clean.
of the soil.
the ketchup stain,
the uncleared mess.
i rest my case.
With guns and bruises,
tn ereffid ni.
