Maybe she’s a serial monogamist. Maybe she’s a serial killer. Hard to say for sure.

She’s a slit of light in all that darkness. A bit of brilliance amongst all the rot and decay of the city. She’s a thin slit of bloodletting at the throat. She comes up from behind, which is a nice way to come.

She’s got a cunt like a ravenous raptor. Like between her legs lays some deadly lizard with a mouth that’ll tear you to bits. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being torn to bits by her.

She gives me a choking sensation when we kiss. Like she’s exhaling chlorine down my throat and into my lungs. Yeah, it’s a lot like drowning, kissing her.

I’d love to lay die in her arms. 

She’s a murderer. A sadist. You’ve seen her on the news, being taken away in handcuffs. You’ve seen her in movies, where actors portray her as fearless and cruel as she brings the hammer down.

Blood on the floor. Blood between the sheets.

She sort of laughs. I sort of sigh. Maybe she’s here to stay. Or to go. Maybe we all just need a little more.

You’re that girl who’s the song that I’ve been playing all day on my walkman, the magnetic ribbon of the cassette getting stretched out like smooth taffy… Your signal is pulled over the metal nubs of the player, just like, I don’t know, pulling something over something else; makes me think of-

Fuck, can’t I say anything to you without it ending in another of these eternally ill-fated seduction attempts? I love the way you want me, I want you to want it, I want you to want and want and want, but I need, I need I need

I need

I need

I need

.

Sorry, the tape got stuck there for a bit. I thought you’d snap in half, but instead you made a sound like a fist fucking my ear-drum. Like you were scared I might forget you, so you went in deep and hard. 

You’re that girl I play all day, like my favourite song, or a game I can’t quite understand the rules of. I’m glad I don’t know how to play music; I just know the lyrics, so I sing along when your voice is loud, so loud in my ears that everything blots right the fuck out, right the fuck out of the sky. 

Blotting out the sky.