An autobiographical atrocity… I became the monster who tried to destroy myself, smiling creepily as my crimson filled the tub. The look of dissociated glee on this doll’s face made me choose him for destruction. Wind the watch as his time’s running out, tick, tick, tick… His little lobster claw clutching a pint sized clever, his chest bare-ing a vintage cadaver organ viewing. Shake his rattle bottle, the letters to “love me” are scattered among the pills, razor blade, suture needle, & other paraphernalia. All his joints move & flail, making him surprisingly comfortable to hold. He wants you to adopt him & love him to death.

Bathtub Blues