A Fat Fuck

Unraveled faith, laid bare in it's most rejuvinating form,
an innocence born of a late blooming masquerade
unto the fluttering prison of emotion.
We enticed plural promises with the notion of eternity
as crimson crashed into maroon. No one warned us;
an exchange in trust to revert back to(...)
Tether my hands to your throat to stop me from clawing at my feet,
making rotted flesh weep in it's elegant tumble from grace,
entwining with salty droplets of anger.
"My dear, why build me up?"
"To knock you down!" She wretched.
Abolish our California and slay this morbid beast -
the one who bleeds romance, rancorous yet besotted,
besotted, devoted in a bleached frame of albino light,
enticing unformed failure to bless hollow shells.


- Lewis Dalton