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A stir of echoes churns the juices in my stomach

I fall to my knees in pain & vomit supernatural chants

They rise from the floor up to the ceiling & lastly to the walls

In the lingo of my primal insecurities, the chants chisel themselves to life



From my knees, I stand to behold my fears...pointing bold-handedly to my south

My cardinal south is my apartment kitchen

My apartment kitchen holds my utensils' drawers

My hands pull open the drawers awaiting my new string of commands



It is high-tide for the time of a sharper-edge

The glare of the moon pierces a line of symmetry down my side

That bitch Destiny stood me up

so I'm finna force her to date me @ Fate's corner on bladed persuasions



Cryptic rhythmic sadistic tunes of flicked twisted wretched souls

spin my brain's phonograph on The Slit-Wrist's Soundtrack

I awe @ the incredible sexy of the stainless steel

as the knife's silvery glare fucks the brown in my eyes 'til death



Sensing an approaching penetration of abdominal pain

My pupils bust nuts from my eyes down tear-drop streams

after gett'n a glimpse of an afterlife after the after-stab



My knees meet the concrete floor

My body faces the ceiling-to-floor windows

The seamless moonlight pisses on me night-brightness

The skylines of Sodom & Gomorrah line my view as Midtown & Downtown Atlanta



Silently, I say a prayer to the knife in my hand

alongside my fears...who have since jumped outta the walls

in the drapes of three evil spirits: Spiteful Tongue, Lost Hope, & Untrue Love



Lost Hope pulls my head back

Spiteful Tongue ventriloqulizes my mouth

& Untrue Love freezes my heart into dark crystal



With both arms stretched forth parallel & both fists clenched on the knife's handle, I pray:

"Butcher's knife from chef's corner, take my life for I'm a loner

Make me bleed away my past troubles & turn my regrets into stone rubble

Easy for me I want this to be, b/c life for me wun't easy for queer people like me

Slice through my liver...make me violently quiver

Your black magic I anoint...on this night in my loft @ MetroPointe

This suicide I want everyone to remember,

as dat nite when a nigga got tired of act'n limber

I love thee my first love Kei

I study karma for the sake of my Mama

But with you in my hands,

I can say that I hate the two people mentioned before hand

for sending my heart str8 to no-man's land...Amen."



From this prayer, I open my eyes preparing to end my sweet misery

Malficiency's triplet choir hold stedfast to their positions

humming monotone hymns murder, death, kill...

I cry,

I thrust,

I stab,

I scream,

I fall to the floor,

I arise anew

joining the three evil spirits as the all powerful spirit christened BLACK MAGIC...



...floating away from the two people in this world that I love the most.