Not an inch of your cold estate will be left untouched by this lighter fluids fluid fingers it'll creep inside your bitter, biting bones and clean my very name from such an unworthy tongue. These searing fingers whom will be doused by your alligator tears no more, will replace my own and ignite every memory met more by wires then our own flesh. These links will burn brighter then Santa Monica, Ojai and riverside combined. They'll burn into oblivion, until such titillating details have lost their appeal. There will be nothing left in my wake but a course and unrefined lot of searing ash. Complimentary was once agreed yet the term has never been so clear. I see now your flesh has never matched my festering lesions no matter how metaphoric. I will never burn again.
-01/22/18