i don’t care about anyone until i’ve imagined them dead - Carly Burczak

i don’t care about anyone until i’ve imagined them dead

i’ve imagined razor blades for fingernails

my index gliding down your sternum

the layers splitting and

i lick between, slow and sweet like nectar

i’ve imagined biting down on your nape and tearing your spinal cord and breathing in metallic but exhaling peach while your blown glass eyes smile back up at me

i’ve imagined making new scars quick and bitter

you can’t forget and won’t forget

and are stuck with raised skin

goosebumps and a red flash memory

you’re a shadow that loves in the blurred edges between obstacles, searching for the next target

i’m standing in the cross of the scope and my love dwells in the blind spot, split second decisions and refocused lenses

pull the trigger with conviction, i’ll catch the bullet and shove it right back in your heart

flash of surprise, choke on the blood, let me taste it all

i care about you dead