soaking your photo(graph) in turpentine (in an attempt to soothe the pain), i ignite the edges & watch it burn. the flames die with fatigue just before they reach your face & i curse the elements for their burnout. the remnants (of us) swirl down the toilet & i thank humanity for using(/abusing) nature for human/e development. there's a bitter taste on my tongue & it reminds me of a pact that i made with my best friend (in blood&spit) that we would swear off of anything with(/that is) a dick.