it's fucked from the start. no man can outsmart a god. no man should try to outlive one.
it’s in the stretch of your neck. your jugular. sternocleidomastoid. no science. no law.
no gavel-wielding god. no set of scales, heart and feather. the sole of your foot. water,
dripping. your hand. my cheek. your hands. my shoulders. mandible. capitate. acromion.
there is no running from this. it’s shakespearean. it’s biblical. there is no tragedy in
the inevitable.
you are infallible. you are a liar. in another world, perhaps it never rained. rats and
their levers. you think you’ve got your amygdala under lock. gods shouldn’t catch their
failures in their arms. no god has ever embraced the promise of their destruction.
you are made sterile under fluorescent. you dip your head into shadows and come up empty.
your pulse is a river that collides into my palm. rushes back into itself like a mistake.
the tides. church bells. i have heard you scream as if gutted open. bones carved to dust.
gun to your head. heart on the table. beating.
breathe for me.
reach into my chest. break ribs, tear arteries. our wrists, unlinked. split. you are
unmoored. i am in your arms. that is fear in your voice. that is terror. strained,
desperate. stained glass ceiling. sunspots in your eyes. somehow, you have known me.
oh, liar, liar; can you breathe? can you hear me? dear liar, dear god, won’t you be
lonely when your traitor is gone?
written for class, fall semester of sophomore year (2023),
& inspired by death note... lmao. cringe & Free