It's rolling waves, boats and vomit for eyes, on the park bench, our sick skin melts, two zombies outside watching the light fall over the lake. Our rotted meat falling off in slimy, slow moving clumps, love has arrived, my leg bone fractured and your brains pouring out like soup. The horror-stricken people running and screaming, dropping their precious phones, this world is rotting also, it's gonna rain, we'll dissolve in it, we'll be toxic puddles, we'll mesh cooperatively like a busted window and a glare, we'll invade one another like syrup and milk, a puddle, a solitary puddle, together, inside one another, forever.