Things Change After You Die, Though, I

I Hate Skin; I Hate Bones And Bodies. I Want To Curl Up Inside Of Him And Be Carried There Forever.

It Is A Beautiful World For The People Who Get To Play The Fist.

Everywhere He Touches Is Fire. My Whole Body Is Burning Up, The Two Of Us Becoming Twin Points Of The Same Bright White Flame.

But That's The Problem With Love - It Acts On You, Works Through You, Resists Your Attempts To Control.

I Screamed Until My Voice Dried Up In My Throat. We All Did. All Of Us In Ward Six, All Of Us Forgotten, Left To Rot.