Preface to a Love Novel

 
You were written to me,
Not to my depression, not to my despair
But to my true, formidable self—without mercy.
Watch your body crumble, young girl,
and a tempest of thoughts...infernal furies...
my blood and my bones dictate what I must do
I will surrender to any violence,
your fragile form was written mighty within me.
And you are the prey I have long awaited
to fall into my grasp.


I play alone in the dark—and I sing,
And, as accomplice to crime, I regard my sex, wild
in its uprising;
It will tear through your tender flesh and scar it beyond words.
And are you happy now...
So many nights of anguish, fever, and fever-dream...
So many wounds I have kindled in my heart
will shatter—and will spill into you with the first release.