YOU'RE DEAD. NOW WHAT?

my humble abode

the crying eyes
watched.
their sheeny diamond teardrops
FLOODING
my humble abode.
the woman stood still.
staring back at her seven shadows
which one WILL SHE BE TODAY?
her denuded body is
TERRIFYING (!!!) (FEEL THE DREAD..)
the prince charming would say.
appears
ANOTHER ONE
she is
LAYING T H E R E (like i am)
SHE ISNT LOOKING
BACK.
she's probably looking at something more interesting than me,
like
A POLICE CAR GETTING BURNT.
or
MY DEAR CHARLES TAKING A SMOKE.
what could it be?
is she screaming back at munch?
ARE THEY EVEN SCREAMING?
can screaming be
BUTTONED UP?
i think so, whispers your god.
the butterflies are standing still too.
pinned to the wall.
ARE THEY EVER GOING TO FLY AWAY?
i bet they plan their vengeance while
i
''sleep''.
"her dreams Ate Her."
that would be an
ODD
tombstone.
i bet flocks of pigs would get their cameras,
point it at my hidden remains and
FLASH CLICK FLASH
show it off on
INSTAGRAM.
(looklooklookisthisdarkenoughyet?)
id
GIGGLE from
THE TARTARUS.
abyss.
MY abyss.

i focus, the plant is moving, it's shadow is on the wall (is it glued? taped?)
can i glue your shadow on my wall, too?
next to the
BULGING EYES!
and the
SHADOW VENUS!
on the BROKEN WINGS and
UNKNOWN ENTITY SPY!
it is still moving as a much welcomed breeze made its way through my sapphire ocean.

i
chew
on my pencil like god chews our
lungs. (THOSE FUCKING WRAPPERS. THOSE FUCKING HUMANS.)
god screamed that, i heard it. i swear.