Gelatin - Thought Industry

Drip strawberry juice.

Open shutters.

Death birds

Elated.

Elected.

Universe.

Sedative vein.

Whole grain

Layered.

Brightest sunshine.

Brightest day.

Spills the

Kitten’s milk.

Cuts my hands.

I place the knife to the

Ham of her face.

Her face

Say you have to die and I’ll keep cutting.

Say you

Have to die and I’ll keep cutting you.

It’s a magic world

Swim erratic in the water.

Thick as gelatin.

No skin

No skin

Mick my friend.

Some day our understanding will

Be described as lovers swapping lies.

As how man and

Dog relate.

I’m under the table.

Drop the plate

Butterfly.

Maggot