Monthly Archives: May 2015


I don’t need you, bitch!
I need my delusions.
I need my sanity.
I need air, water and food.
I need WIFI.

You are just good to have.




Women, when they fall
out of love, become

All scalpel and
clinical interest.

And you go from
lover to lab rat
in one fell swoop.

They cut parts of you out,
starting with your heart.

Without the aid of
anaesthesia, of course.

Just to check your
pain threshold.

They also test the
limits of your sanity
and humiliation
tolerance levels.

Nothing personal.

Just academic interest in
someone they once
called darling
and who is now
just a data source.

They fuck with your
head because you fucked
with their heart.

It’s only fair.