a freewrite of someone else's life.
'i swear. found you unusual. my love encased in a cold confine. like a seed sleeping in the rich earth. and when we're all dancing in such pretty. straight lines. am i the only one who wants to place four of my six shots in the speakers and find myself pressed against the floor by the weight of your black ribbon hair wrapping around my thighs. assuring me i was in the right. God. my mortal abolition. usually just trying to find the quickest way in and for once it's different. your fingertip tracings of fragile wires i never even knew existed. so delicate. found a way into my mouth without me even asking. femella rosarius meus. your brown eyed rain making it's way down my chest. like the warm water of such a pleasant lake kissing around my ankles. and i can't remember ever feeling quite so important. my last two shots i give to you. i won't be needing them anymore.' when an outlaw dies.