Special-Deviations

Who took your measurements? The diameter of the jugular nestled happily in your throat. Who was it you watched fall as you straddled Lucifer and rode the goat? Why was it you kept empty eyes? Fled away with a gleeful grin as you lifted up your skirt. Why would you keep twisting his knife, another turn of the screw, when you knew how much it hurt? A pack of hollow people, in a, pact, like sardines in a little tin. Retained from meaning, alive on the outside, but dead within. A loving couple live lovingly. They have a loving baby together, borne, straight into a wall. The dashed its brains out upon the cold bricks and never had lived loving