Our love began back when the days were long, and hate was short-lived. My kisses gave you life. You were dying from being broken down, by a dazzling fraudster. Bitch bred and fled with many bricks. My kisses opened your mind to my amazing inoculations. You suck on my lips like you know where to find my sweet elixir. I giggle, I’m ticklish. I’m cheesy as fuck, but I’m everything.
I’m our sky. I’m our clouds. I’m our rain. I am an abundant quantity of oxygen.
You inhale my presence deeply. I’m toxic. I’m ugly. I’m detrimental. I’m viral. I hold a plethora of bad omens.
You exhale love, each special moment.
At the 96th hour, I let go. You cry as warmth increases to a high wave of heat.
Sorry, not sorry. I have no time for your ignorance. I have no patience for your questions. Babe, you’re a damn good kisser. But I can’t muster the energy to understand your deceit. Talkin’ bout, you want more and more from my half of this partnership. But you gave me unread messages, ignored phone calls and divided time, love and appreciation.
Your heart is beating faster and faster, beating your insides and showing your nonsense out.
Pause. I can hear the angels calling you. Only, the deal I made with Lucifer, meant that as your heart pounds you to death, your soul will be absorbed by nothing and no one. It’ll flow around our world aimlessly and unseen.
Once upon a time, a scruffy dog used to bark and bark and bark, all day long.
One night after tossing and turning in bed, the neighbour next door – the one that smiles at the dogs’ owners every day and has never expressed his annoyance about their cute little dog. Took some slices of ham out of his fridge and went quietly into his back garden.
The dog saw him and through the joy of familiarity, wagged his tail excitedly and watched carefully as this friendly man hopped over the fence with some slices of succulent, honey-glazed ham.
The neighbour tossed a slice and the little dog jumped up and caught it.
The neighbour tossed a second slice. Only this slice landed right by the neighbours left foot.
The cheerful (now quiet) but excited dog. Trotted over to the neighbour, and bent down to eat another tasty treat.
The neighbour knelt and looped a cable tie around the dog’s neck. At first, the dog yelped in horror, but seconds later the little squeals came to an untimely end. The neighbour cut the cable tie, picked up the limp dog and placed him gently into his kennel.
The neighbour hopped back over the fence. Back into his house, into the bathroom to wash his hands and then with a delightful smile across his face, he drifted off into a deep sleep.
Your best friend, who lifts you high into blissful moments.
Your lover, your one and only! A cherry kiss from her red lips.
An enigma.
A dream.
A quiet thought with a pinch of care.
One wrong move and Crow will gut you, right after or just before you ask God for forgiveness.
Unique is this thing that flourishes in your life.
Unique is?
Unique is an amazing thought process, wrapped up in pain and anxiety.
Don’t ask her to choose, life is full of commonplace varieties.
NEVER ask the opinion of everyday society!
Don’t stare too long, Crow will tear you from out of that seat at their table of peace. For one cannot dream of what Unique is, without something good to eat?
Unique is a mixture of warmth and ice, like cookie dough and ice-cream with added observations.
No cinnamon sprinkles, it’s fucking disgusting.
Unique is a plethora of stars made into human form.
Unique is living remnants of our universe from way back when.
Keep asking questions.
Keep watching your shadows.
Did you know, Crow prefers homemade banana bread?
Complete with heartache and suffering and that bitches ignorant head!
Unique is your bestie! Your homie beyond death you’ll never part.
Unique is pure mind-games, surreal like Dali art.
Unique is present, past and your future.
Unique is your tears as they profusely flow.
Unique is the end game and that is no joke.
STOP!
Ssh.
Crow is listening to your thoughts.
Unique is above average in fact beyond the range of online surroundings.
Unique is Pandora’s Box in a misunderstanding.
Unique is the gift of lava burning through your soul.
Unique does not exist in this world, therefore you’ll never know.
Remember to close your windows and lock your doors, the evil one flies through the night…