Bayonetwork by Norma Jean

We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back

it came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives.

Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other,

this is between me and this blade, and my heart.

Distributing rusty knives in these countless attractive letters

with a directional diagram of a guilty heart.

Insert knife here

lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic.

Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart.

With eyes rolledback.