Handle your Dead line

I drink some water. Love will not save you.

I am directing a special day ritual tonight.

Let’s begin with the heart.

Fall out with vitamins. Do not re-charge.

Now tear it out.

Hold on. For a second. Hold on to what?

You have just torn your only handle.

You have made the wrong start again.

It is not the heart that one starts. With

Right. Have some water. Ready? Pull them out.

The eyes. Round lubricated hazel eyes.

Does the world sound blinder or blacker tonight?

This is the funniest walk ever! All is bloody red.

Bloody Red and a Cuba Libre for me please.

Please. What is there to please? A lingering

Of –f hands. French man-i-cure nails.

Forget man-i-cure. Cut off hands. That will,

that will save you off the money spent.

Smile you are so alone.

Smile you won’t be smiling for long.

Remove your mouth.

Hush: Now Heart, blender it all up.