Tapestry of stories blood spattered, full of sex
and acid raindrops on the pavement, the universe imagining shadows
under streetlights, walking and whispering whimpers with their legs
reaching all the way up, hepatitis waiting
way over the horizon for each the same, how far is up to her
in this day and age unless things go very wrong it’s forever
for everyone involved, though a rapist would deserve a fiery hell
burning from the inside out, loud and bright for everyone
to feel indifferent to their nearness, his children would piss on his grave
before they commit suicide, paint a note on the wall in blood
while you die slow and alone, making for good copy
say the editors once more, crying aloud again
again and again, once more on the anniversary
party is a shadow hanging still, acting as a blindfold would
from the fires of the future, savagery emerges
smelling of bath salts, cardamum and a callous heart.