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::: Numb Jell-O :::

Cylinder.
Click, boom, pull.
Muffled screams in the back seat.
Clack. Boom. Raise that line, you’re holding it too loose.
Follow the others. Boom.
Sliced into, fresh carpet unrolls.
Climb the last stair.
Breathe the pink vice.
Last frozen beats down the highroad.
Finale to a thunderous afternoon.
Fingers pull, thighs kneaded.
Twisting turning sheets in a final outcry of freedom.
Give me your heart now, you don’t need it anymore.
Pains bursting, shame seething behind half-lidded eyes.
Sweat. Fear. Shaking bodies like trembling dying leaves.
Vain tries in the dark.
Slippery slopes, uphill battles.
Closed circuit television love.
Make the break.
Tear the zipper.
Needs shattered, desires formed.
Toss your hair, I love when you do it.
Scream your tears into the ocean, I’ll catch them.
With her dying breath, she asks for iced coffee.
Cream, no sugar.
Her voice was honey-sweet for the rape.
She turned the poison in her blood.
Screwed the dark chocolate embers burning through her entrails.
Scarring her existence.
Marring her only chance at survival.
And the drumbeat rolls on.
Click.
Boom.
Pull.
Tonight we die.

Written by: ~ Lynsey Moon