Zombie Love

Its so dark, and I love you so much. Its black and pink, and scrawled across my cheast and your eyelids. Our muscles hurt and our nerves dont work, but we pretend. We asked for this eternity, we begged for this non stop celebration, and we arent stopping now; embalming fluid pours out of
our putrid pores like the sweat that doesnt exist to us anymore. And the rancid stench of death is the price, but Im grinding on your lovely decomposition and it turns me on in ways my body cant reciprocate. What once was living bundles of fat and twitching muscles are no longer
so lucky; sensations are all abstract and bleed into each other. I see the world through the eyes of a modern artist and I raise my arms above my head.
Skin falls down, its sloughing off and falling at my feet. I shake my hair around, and chunks of it fly like mayflys, in a dizzying tornado. Your grabbing me against you, and your so cold I can barely stand it. In first grade, I figured out how to use ING. Sometimes, great expanses of grass blend together in my memories to make neighborhoods that never existed. My mind is wandering for the last time, and the bass is thudding. Its what makes us move. Your face is gone. Your so beautiful underneath your skin, all those muscles and bones, and your beautiful eyeballs. Your the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. We sway to the eternity, and our pieces fall off of us at alarming rates. We kiss one last time, and If I tasted you, it would have been rancid. I love you.