i adore the ending to this.

But the whole thing is acidic and edgy and pointed. i love it.

i pull handcuffs and a butterfly net out of my pockets while your back is turned,
kissing dead girls.
(all the better to catch you with, my dear.)

and i would swallow you down but you're not really there

swallow you down but you're not really there
(my net doesn't catch anything but air.)


I adore this part, so much. The rhyming and breathing in the lines is just exquisite.

oh my. this is so abstract and alluring,
with little touches of humor (dictator mustaches) here
and little bits of angst (pins through the heart) there.
very nice. :)