use
craving total transformation, identity a disposed wrapper. becoming a vessel for want, glass poured into, overfilled.
you haven’t been here lately. something in our combining always begins this reaction: photochemical excited state
learning how to spark again — days ago: gel, pumps, bulbs, rattling pill bottles and nerves, black gloves, gold foil, silicone.
it’s warmed up enough already. don’t ask or guess — just know. take a part you claim as yours, shape it to your pleasure. use.
time stutters; the gears grind forward under prying pressure. repairing hidden mechanisms, counting every beat yourself.
disappearing deconstruction: ripped apart by heat and light, shredded into a thousand tiny pieces of steel. shrapnel blast.
there is stillness in oblivion, peace made in the darkness. clenched fists, soaked linen. i swear. i won’t move. i can’t.