twilight girl

i kissed her hard 

in  yesterday's half-dusk

the twilight girl ;

she is so beautiful,

but i must go..

 

my thick red blood conjures a canvas

the landscape of a disease 

in the hypochondriac's nightmare ...

 

my body is now  a mushroom bomb

waiting to blast over..

but the twilight girl is beautiful

though i must go..

 so i feed on my nausea 

and travel to the distant desert land..

 

there , i lie down 

and wait...

for the final act...