I wanna put all the CDs in
the wrong cases and just throw them in a pile on the floor. Breaking
my lamps over that in a fit of rage. Dismantling my bed and swinging
from the ceiling fixture I fall, cut up. I jump to grab my candles
to burn wax into my eyes. I don't want to see you. I feel for
your photo. Spitting on it, I add it to the pile. I step on
a CD covered in blood and in tears. I play it. It's TONIC.
Our song. Oh God. I scream (joyfully so as not to make
you worry- God forbid) and light my waxy eyes on fire, falling into the
mass and dying...while singing our song...
to you.