bodies
clamouring
desperation
heart beat
racing racing
race-
i
  n
    g...
to capture
this moment
of nothingness
in your box
of memories

shutter speed
is set at
maximum tonight
as you wait
to create
your own
30 seconds
of fame

(storm in
a teacup,
whipping up
a frenzy)

your falsity
enrages me
the love
between your lips
seeps out of
your deceitful
stomach with
the ease of
a sin filled
Eve

it's original,
this desire
to staple yourself
to someone else's
success

and now that
nothing has gone
strictly to plan,
you vomit your
words into 
another fanatic's
hungry mouth
and cut off
this golden boy's
air supply with
your thighs -
once trembling
in anticipation.

standing on
the edge of the world,
i throw my tears
back to the 
salt of the sea,
back to their maker
and lament for
the glory of the boy
they will never recognise.

tonight,
my body is choking
on your poisonous
affection 
and i force myself
to consume it all -
to save his soul
as a token of

appreciation.