Kill me. You, fear at the fibrous and intangible moment when you begin to drink from the skin, come vertebras while you wet this stairs to the oxygen with your being.
Burn through nerves. Burn, don’t hesitate to burn to the ground, that your panting hands caress my last rests.
Bite. Tear meat how you can and rip incessant soul while you shake the sheets of this book, blank pages read by exorbitant eyes.