"You bastard, you fiend!
You've laid all your shadow
Over the core of my heart
Death:—
The proximal lacerations of your swings
Still sting and radiate outward and inward
The way you cling and fasten yourself
To any light lit so luminously in the dark
Disgusts me
Death:—
Even you must die
Even you must destroy yourself"
– M.M.
