L L LOUIS S S

Do you ever think about death?
Sometimes.
Have you ever wondered how you’re going to go?
Yeah, i hope it’s slow.
Why?
So that I know when to let go.
I hope we die together. Holding hands.
Hm.
We could go out in a blaze of glory, jump off the Eiffel Tower or something.
Or AIDS.
I don’t care how we die, as long as we’re together.

(I hope you die first. I want to strip the flesh from your bones. I want to drink your blood and choke on your fingers. I want to vomit into your empty ribcage and wear your wicked heart as a crown. I want to pull out every single one of your teeth, little pieces of white marble, and grind them to dust. I want to feel your eyes cold in the palms of my hands, your eyelashes caught under my fingernails. I want to feel your last breath in my mouth, my tongue pressed against the back of your convulsing throat. I want to feel your cold slick blood on my face. I want to feel you transcend your body. Transcend. Transcend. Elevate.)