sanctum of unintentional sinsi. Her body was limp and unmoving; a chill hadn't yet set in, but she wasn't as warm as she used to be. I wondered how many hours it would be before rigour mortis would begin to set in. I could imagine that wouldn't be too good for either of us - I had a time limit in which I needed to decide what I was going to do with the body, otherwise I was going to be left with having to shift her as she was. I didn't need to intentionally cause any more damage. Like accidentally happening to clip something, sending a limb sprawling away.. Actually, that gave me a good idea.ii. It seemed impossible to find where I had last put my hacksaw, which would have been more silent than the chainsaw I lugged with me over my shoulder. It did take me longer than expected to pull it out of the shed in the backyard, and I even had time to smile over to my neighbour as they raised their eyebrows at me. I think everyone thought I was weird. Honestly, I didn't have the slightest clue as to why. Oh well, back to
Not so love poemi wish i could write you a love poem,like all the ones you've made for me,i want to tell you everything then,i want us to always be a we.i get uncomfortable with love,all that lovey-dovey shit,saying you come from above,shows absolutely no wit.i want to impress you,and make your heart beat faster,i want to be one not two,but i fear for disaster.i don't think I'm good enough,i think your ten times better,your so cool and tough,when I'm just a looser.I'm always so paranoid,i wish i was in denial,my heart fills with a void,but seeing you makes me smile.I'm happy when you are around,theres only you in my sight,nothing makes a sound,you are my day and night.I'm sad when you are not with me,but i always doubt how you feel,when I'm blind you help me see,i always make a big deal.that why i wish i could write you a love poem,like all the ones you've made for me,so i can tell you everything,then you and me can keep on being a we.