She spoke ceramic words as broken as the legs she crawled on. Promising me a money shot in heavens wound. I dissolved in her meadow only to set it free with a septic growth. A growth that was never bathed to cleanse the sins of origin. Her carrion deteriorated me unto dust while her soil began to bud flower pedals smelling of shit. Putrefaction beckoning the disintegration of my organs while my spine, coiled like a millipede, was fossilized by the rust of indifference. Her earth whispered to me with open legs and the breath of an ovarian cyst gripped in sickly shame. While tonguing me with the rotten buds of regret, my member boiled with treacherous rot. The aneuritic walls opened and bled for me. They swelled to swallow me while I kept drilling and digging to find a place for my hate to sleep. A throne for my parasite. I planted poison in her soil and walked away gently washing the blood from my hands. I can only hope that when we die we'll be a happy fucking family while we burn.