Subject to liability you say, well at least it
was worth it to see your head

sliced in half like a tomato. Roots sewn by your
blood and then nurtured

through your kisses. Crawling themselves
effortlessly through my skin

manifesting on my insides, they grow and then
pull me apart from the

intestines our while postmortem thoughts whirl
around my head. How could I be

so blind? Evilness disguises itself so well. I'm
better now anyway. Better

left for dead