I hate how part of my brain  
        belongs to you 

   I hate how I still even after 
       the creation of this cake 
            my soul aches 

   I feel long fingers reach my body 
       long undeniable caresses 
   a body that isn’t shameful 
      at the thought of a pout 
             or beg to capture 
    true essence of a bourbon bottle 
         which holds my lightening 
              grounded into the Earth 
     through a crack on the bottom 

Now to forget, Pandora’s recipe
1 cup clotted menstrual blood
1 tablespoon occipital lobe 
2 tablespoons temporal lobe 
1 full hippocampus 
3 dragon eggs 
3 cups ground and dry tears (harvested during the full moon) 
3 cups almond flour 
1/2 cup raisins 
3/4 cup cranberries 
1/2 cup walnuts 
1/4 cup vaginal secretions 

Must bake while naked with evil eye chain around the neck 

Place in custard cups and place in an outdoor oven for 39 minutes on a low gentle heat. Once baked remove from custard cups brush with egg and sweat wash, and serve. 

Watch the love you so desired reduce to nothing, a shell of a human. The optics locked with yours, when the realisation of love solidifies so does the reality that love in its purest forms I. The last seconds of life produce a mess with the most profound of broken promises. Encased inside of two, one soul that will never realize what they’ve done; and, the other forever loving the dead idiocy of the now present haunted soul beside them.