you say
you read only
from the script
but the words
are written
on your face

i do not believe
you have conjured
these gestures
from thin air
these are demons
whose rage

cannot be contained
whose pleasure
at pain
cannot be concealed

you pace back
and forth
shirt buttoned
tight
up to your neck
and i see you
ripple
beneath the surface

your empty white skin
cannot deny
the tempest of blood
pounding
pounding
never
ceasing
catching even your
dreams
into its current
drowning even God
in its bloody fire.




i shudder
when i look
into your hollow
black
eyes.