Don’t hug me..
I am scared.
Except, just kidding.
All I feel inside..
is dead.

For in this match
of strip chess
played with Death..
I must admit,
without a tinge
of shame.. no clothes
upon my body
are still
left.

She played me
down to skin.
She tore
my flesh off
‘til The All
of what
remained
was bone.

And now the killing joke
is that the only thing
that I still crave..
is just to play with her
a little bittle more.