i feel crafty and morbid bye bye marilyn manson now that there's boobies and a lil something something "down there" on my page...i think maybe i should make my diary friends only "Semen tastes like gunmetal", she said, smiling. The arms of boys drowning in fire, reaching for the rungs of my rib cage. These pills I take in the witching hour, I imagine I am swallowing you. I would show you the view of life from the floor, but the knees are as far as you go. I give you Exhibit A. A country girl bludgeoned with an elephant tusk. An entire year of you in a single speck of blood. The gun smiles your smile and the razor whispers your name. They are just frigid hands from the other side of the world, leading me into winter.