he said he said

you smell like fucking embalming fluid
omg blood there's blood

all over your tongue.
i giggled. probably. was.

did you eat that fucking raw

and i said ohmyfuckinggod
how do you think we got here

it's snowing out...

who's a realist.

drunks are fucking
obnoxious. i'd kill one

easily. pull the sheet
over me, red pillow

over my head. went dark
imagined a white screen

of a movie theater
with empty chairs, my favorite

image to fall asleep to.
warm blood in my belly

too. the cat smiled.
i was right he kissed

me for blood. my last words
nobody take a picture

and nobody did. that's
a good day. cazwell

is so fucking hot
with blood on his face.

i thought he was a teeny
little black man with

pomade in his hair.