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i've made HER cry
in backseats;
her scarring feminine noises bouncing
off a hot fullmoon;

i felt evil--
the clock ticking on her forehead--

the stupid countryside
was humid with crimes of night,
heavy,
gravity pulling water
from her eyes.

her chest opened
and a rose extended;
it was like a child burning his hand
on the stove.

i crushed her rose,
it's pulse expiring
under my wet shoe;
she'll never forget my name.

--you murdered me--

--i never meant to be a killer--

i wished it would rain
and wash away the blood
i don't know why
i brought her this far.

--you promised!--

--i'm sorry.--

the clock ticking on her forehead,
the moon streaming down her eyes.

--but i still love you--

--i love you too--

--i'm sorry--