the killing of a god or divine being
small in the darkness of the
bleach-white room there is a man pacing in
16-beat
rhythm inside me a flight of locusts, anxious, hungry,
devouring my
guts until there is only heart and head in hands, until
the doctor
comes back with my two—now three—phantom lovers
and something
to dull the ache. an answer for the end of the world
dropping into a void, the earth falling open her mouth
swallowing me
ferocious the
words i don't think we should
do this anymore ringing
like school
bells and crying i love you crying the both of us to battle
the long night
ahead: my disembodied heart collapsing into the cradle
of
her open palms, her tears turning silver on my sleeve. she turns into
another
angel—the last i fear, my waking madness: love she says is this
Concept stolen from Robert Olen Butler.
After decapitation, the human head is believed to remain in a state of consciousness for one and one-half minutes.
In a heightened state of emotion, people speak at a rate of 160 words per minute.
So here are my 240 words on a different but equally valid severance.
After decapitation, the human head is believed to remain in a state of consciousness for one and one-half minutes.
In a heightened state of emotion, people speak at a rate of 160 words per minute.
So here are my 240 words on a different but equally valid severance.
