You wanna kill?
You wanna kill.
Slithering, sliming kill.
Tortuous, driving, stabbing, kill.
Kill your darlings?
Kill yourself.
Kill yourself.
Kill your self.
The little clear ball of essence at the centre of your being.
You wanna kill?
Kill the construct.
Tear down the scaffolds of perception.
The told of who you are.
The thought of what you’ll be.
The picture of Dorian Gray,
Superficial.
Paint on a wet window pane.
Slitherslide to the dirt.
Strip it away.
Tear off its clothes.
Stand it naked on a pedestal.
Scrub it raw.
Finger it.
Finger all the dark places.
Strip off the skin.
Pull the nails.
Pluck the hair, face, eyes.
Rip muscle from the bone.
Throw bone into the chipper.
Leave the heart, and its veins spread like lightning in blossomed freeze.
Carry no blood.
Somewhere behind the sinew,
the tough and liquid mass,
That’s where you’ll find you.
In place beyond being,
not-being and the same.
You wanna kill?
Kill everything.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 175 words, poem: Constrained

Read: Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind, Shunryu Suzuki
Comics: Jack Of Fables 39-40, Fables 90, Cinderella: From Fabletown With Love 1
Music: 1969: Velvet Underground Live, Vol. 1, The Velvet Underground