Reunion - Linea Aspera

If I see you again, I swear it’s just a reflex

when my second phalanx goes crashing through your orbital ridge.

The third, the fourth, the fifth: succession is meant to be swift,

until there’s nothing left of the eyes you saw me with.

It was never revenge for a glacial silence:

you are emptiness.

It was never revenge, it was self defence:

you are emptiness.

If I see you again, I swear it’s just a reflex…

leaving bones in splinters all over your face.

It’s no mistake when the zygomatic arch breaks.

Cracks in the sagittal suture: my love, it’s your future.