Schirase

how much of me can you swallow, love before you finally purge? I am a cartographer of bad experiences; I can locate precisely where I see our divergence extraordinaire and I can tell you before I have even met you that the skin on my hands is too dry for the softness you plan on caressing me with. let me tell you how this ends; I will show you all the people I have destroyed - flooded to the best of my ignorance, driven wild with jealousy, had whipped with lust and left smoking pot after four promises stating otherwise. let me tell you how this ends; after showing you the blessed catastrophe it is to be human, you will destroy me. you may

i. i have a theory that the size of the universe is measured in negative numbers: so small that it looped over became big again thus we are all collapsing into ourselves and each other brilliant clusters entwined with the void and our expanses are startled and crossed when we touch and the universe isn't enough every nebula or space where a star was re- placed with something that wasn't nothing or a nothing becoming something ii. lately the hole in my chest is growing, so i will observe the vacuum and wait for infinity recurring a bleak space imploding chemicals corroding stark ribs contracting volatile, reacting is this a refr