you can only take your uncontrollable anger out on me,
tell me you hate me,
call me names and hit me
til my arms and legs are black,
graphically detail the way in which you plan to murder me,
so many times
until i just up and leave!

haha!

what, you don't think it's funny?

if you're just tuning in, i'm back in australia
and amievil is in jail.

it is nice and warm here.

i know i promised i wouldn't,
but you promised you'd never hurt me.

your heart, it's a
putrid, purple-vein'd
bud, yet to open.
thorned and thick,
mucous; dark.

your heart, it's
not dead, not growing;
just beating.
pulsating, jerking,
masturbating.

your heart, it
gives off thick odour,
suffocating.
not breathing, drowning,
bruised black and blue.

your heart, it's
hard, yet rubbery.
chewy, elastic.
squirming, spurting,
bleeding, farting;
hot.

your heart, it's a
cannibal. it sucks me
out through my mouth.
devours everything it
touches; feels.

your heart, it's a
rapist, a ruby,
far too dangerous.
would your heart shrivel
before the sun? its
darkness is comforting.

your heart, it's a
chamber locked
in a cage,
sealed in a beautiful
but otherwise empty
envelope; meaningless.

your heart, it's
purely flesh,
muscle, bruises, blood.
a parasite,
your body it's host,
and i, your sustenance
lost. i feel sorry.

your heart, it's
fragile. i could squash
it flat. pop it.
i could pretend your heart
was steak,
dig my fingernails into
it, suck it, fuck it.
your heart would feel
good between my teeth,
between my toes. i'm
hungry for it.

your heart sliding
down my throat,
a fetid throbbing flower.