10/24/23

Should death do us part I would rob her of that pitch cloak and bathe it in your sunfire. I would let the illumination of your irises in hers sever all forces of destruction: the moment of radical recognition. Should death do us part I would shatter her kneecaps and blacken her eye as a man does. I would retrace every worldly act, every atrocity, to clutch you just once again — tight to the breast. Should death do us part I would interrogate her like the tribunal did Socrates, and hope she had a better reason for forcing the hemlock chalice to our lips than that ‘it could be good’.  Elsewise unconvinced I would ravage the gates of heaven and hell and I would let them taste our earthly delights in divine carnage. I would see them bleed and I would see them kneel and I would see her do herself part and I would, I would, I would.