Brush your teeth with rum.

This is an old note I found.
Dated : 26 October

The crevices in the attic whispered through each, itself, soft rays of the blatant, passive aggressive moon light.An ice cold mist clouded the upper chambers of my nostril ,breathing was suddenly more tedious, so one gulp, one struggle epic story, of a murky quick sand pool drowning the hero, before glory crowned his soul,she took breaths through her mouth,like his brevity she swallowed in her universe,she nurtured his white soldier in her shelled egg, which collided in a thunderous applause, nature paused.
Her body felt like an amusement park.
Crawling, the thing was learning.
But the scent of damn blood, torn nerve synapses, loose flesh ends, dangling togetherness of a falling doll beckoned her into the room, pitched at the top of all other ransacked rooms.
Who will pick the morsels, lay them across her bare chest and taste sweat of fear in every bite,swallow.
Tear his limb and shove it up the bottle of ruby red liquid, a few toluene dipped kerchiefs and brain altering experiences.
Why introduce a new element in muddled up pools of confused hormones.Drain those vials and powdered paper fumes.
Make a mistake, make love to a stranger, a used god.
The abused death which took away the glory of a soldier dead, in her womb, he took birth again.
And she waited patiently in the cold underground dungeons, crawling the attics, finding her wedding ring,it was missing.
Her better half was blown into shards of dust, falling flat,moist blood on ice, inking it divine.
Coursing through crystalline pieces, a slow venom.
These alphabets. together a piece, embedded in you,infected are you?