Army is kind.
Dippy and I met, for offroading and a fastfood picnic in the dark. Grass was shin-high and whispered around me, the moon was an egg yolk suspended above bustle, and suspension clouded it. We spied on fishermen from the cliff and nodded off on rocky ground.
In school, we talked about love. Love is cutting your wrist for me. Blood is love. Pain is love. Love is raping ten boys. Love is placing your sister's virginity on the sacrificial slab, because you're no longer one.
When life has jaded me and my lover, we will find four walls within which we will make the sweetest love; whilst cement washes in, preserving us in concrete love.
11:04:00 pm