i'm crawling again, in violence. i'm dripping all this, the thickness of hands. i'm chasing necklines, pulling at skin, stripped down to cold tile. regurgitating a song, bleeding your name, thrashing about in book pages, biting my breath. accelerating the heat, faster knuckles, push my skull right through the wall. i am in violence, i am wrong, i am hateful, cruel, seething wracking horror. best to get the fuck away, before i turn this into something beautiful.