bookneck | firestory | grief/uninterrupted | a poem against vampires

everything was done by the book except one page

and it was thrown into the fire

*

another book consisted of ripped-out pages

from other books

a bestseller

a never-ending series

*

you counted on acts of continuous self-betrayal

*

I said yes to you

and no to myself

*

I was choking on the normality

that you projected into the world

and that every fool believed in

*

people want to be told the truth

as long as they don’t have to deal with it

*

people want to know everything

as long as it doesn’t disrupt their comfort

*

you put in coin after coin after coin

to insert yourself watching death happen to someone else

not you

*

you sensationalise your vanity

and bore me to death

*

I need to hear one sentence from your mouth

to know whether you have the depth of a puddle of spit

*

but you pray, you pretty thing, you are perfect, you little thing,

you are desirable, feed me, feed me, sustain me, praise me,

l o o k

a t

m e

“Study of the Head of a Young Woman in White” by Frans Floris I (1519/1520-1570)

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