less than a heart & more like a fist of steel. clench & never fucking unclench. tommorow will be the last day of the world, thats what i tell myself every night. the whole shape of the silhoutte cast by my heart is a beautiful & deadly thing. possessed with the poise of a spider, the hatred of the pard, the maw of the leviathan. this shadowpuppet heart of mine, the perfect penumbra to fall upon the sun, this well-made terror to blot out all light. come clamber into the subway tunnels of me.