four walls of skeletal splintering
should bring about an orgasm.
waifish-weight fetish-blank eyes molest,
fill your cage out,
you’re not within a mile of your own voice.
the vandal - ready tear-equipped,
“lights, camera, achtung! wire”
shredding monochromatic carrion with tidal rhythm,
rubber jawed and prostrate.
“we’re an enraged species,”
her staccato’d cigarette breath informed me.