i've been in a "double-depression" lately, which is apparently a severe side-effect of dysthymia or something like that, maybe that's why everything i've written is about love.

misery loves company, and i love her, too.

CRITTERS

dripping wet red velvet
stabbing, soaking, stabbing, soaking,
do you remember what coins taste like?
endless nights, mindless;
then the bleeding stopped,
we waited for something that never came,
we sighed together and started cutting some more.

even still, innocence will never know my touch.