Walking Practice

by Dolki Min

My body is a filthy jerk that is constantly keeping its eyes peeled for any chance to betray me.

I drag my extended mouth down Iwon’teatyouIpromise! the inky blackness of a different alley IpromiseIwon’teatyou! and crush her to a pulp. My saliva pumps more Iwon’teatyouIpromise! actively than ever, IpromiseIwon’teatyou! melting her. Her flesh and bones become a coagulated rice-porridge-like mush, Iwon’teatyouIpromise! then slide down IpromiseIwon’teatyou! my throat. Finally, Iwon’teatyouIpromise! I’ve eaten IpromiseIwon’teatyou! every last Iwon’teatyouIpromise! bit of her. Except the hair.

I’ve learned that m y f a c e a r o u s e s homicidal impulses.

Sometimes I have so much time it s i c k e n s me. Please take up my time! Not my body, b u t m y t i m e , time together with me. S t e a l a s m u c h a s y o u l i k e . Just a moment is fine too. It’s better if we meet in person. A n d e v e n b e t t e r t h a n t h a t if you d o n ’ t g e t c r e e p e d o u t by my true form and back away. P l e a s e give me attention, p l e a s e give me some love.

But since I can’t eat myself, I must eat others. The people I will eat are standing in a never-ending line.