shrinktage: horror movie part 7 "rusted scopophile and prom princess"

for my consideration: saffron deluge for the skirt and the bodice made out of locust-colored velvet, velvet in excess of color.  she tastes her teeth with the tip of pinked

tongue.  in the mirror she smiles like constellation.

and here i am for her i love.

i am here to sniff for what she leaves.

collecting hairs off the floor when she is gone:

the smell of aquanet

presses against back-eyelids

like empurpled devotion, rich almost to poison--

i see her in

the strands of

the hilton carpet,

as if 

she 

a veronica

formed

from out

her very presence.  hhhhhh

heliotropic patterning against inward eyelid and tinly shingle pattern on the eardrum slur, arpeggiate, 

alpine collation of breaths, rough-edged against the ground and i hit and hit the floor i hit the floor there is a music to it.

there is a music

to it, oh god.  taste that sweet music

like blood in the irrigate mouth.