"i'd like to take it apart and find your bloody heart"

my fingers are only bone splinters that twist around your entrails at the days closing and you are so tired and wish it would go away but your pillow has turned to stone stone stone and when you try to fluff it up you break your hand. Isn't that how these things always go? Spinning around toytop until fall and break open on the concrete sand. i think i had a dream with your face in it glowing like always and then exploding into everywhere. and you tell me that the remedy is there i just have to look for it. all i know is that there are small ones around our stomping feet and they break easy when our boots fall hard. you'll ask your mother for forgiveness and your father for protection. your sisters will knit you socks and your brothers will kick my ass and you can sit lotus in the middle having some big breasted woman stir honey into your tea. is that what it is then? just you (siddartha) and me (jezebel) and our guide (orpheus) walking around blindfolded bumping into each other. eating our hearts for breakfast and our livers for lunch and our jugulars for dinner. what's for dessert? i only wish that i could tast you briefly before we bleed ourselves to the end of it. see if i can claim what's yours underneath all that mess.