ra

it tugs at my nerves
like a snuff film 

i don't want to watch 

i don't want to feel what i feel 

this is jealousy

i need a civilization 
to be wiped from existence

for the moon to crash into the earth 

for the sun to explode 

i can feel a pair of lips on my cheek 

maybe the ghost of a bullet 

in a bar-scape 
your body is the center
like a star 

where primitives worship

where you

are you