It got back

Remember that one story you read and you tried to make it real for everyone the one about the black dog with bloodred eyes the one that would bring you death upon your third sight of its eyes well I have seen that animal that creature sunk its whole self into me and now my guts run black with its beastly intentions Fiat Lux from underneath me where I could be covered with another's ideas of who and what I am fiat lux from the red eyes now imprinted in my fingers. Remember the story of the thing living in the lake around where the dog hunts hikers and haunts the cliff-dwelling children our mediocrity simmered there but look now even you are something else, some lover of something again - well that creature used to crawl under the car where you cried over your uncertainty. Fiat lux from the dashboard showing us the way back to your attic full of knives and your brother all four eyes totally identical coruscating green and blue rimmed with long lashes. Remember the creature that returned too many times & now what am I to do with all of this so stale but burning still and

burning so are you, remember the stories you tried to make real maybe someone will look this way maybe any sort of love will always be good and no one should struggle out of any grip fiat lux somewhere else so I have a reason to get going, I said it's about time we got out of here goddamnit it's about time someone was returned to me & I don't believe that because I'm apologizing the state should return to its original I'm not asking for your feral and nihilistic affection anymore I'm just saying I fucked up

fiat lux in the back of your brain on the red fingertips through the crevices on the tips of my fingernails from the roaches in your bathroom fiat lux in my sleep to the lake and from my intestines just wait until it all blazes over again