Electronic-Homicide

we're so numb. in slow motion, he fondles the ceramic handle so warm and inviting, secure and familiar carefully brings the cup to his lips the smell of hazelnut still haunting the stagnant room lowers the mug so lovingly to the ebony table and as the base grounds at the smooth surface shards of beautifully deep indigo and terracotta explode into the air mixing with the warmth of fresh coffee in a magnificent display of chaos and destruction. blood drips from his hands his heart beating blood from his body so thick and fresh and everywhere so much of it please remember you’re alive.