Achalugo, I Am Going To Kill You
He said, “Achalugo, I am going to marry you.” The words dripped like honey, thick and golden, Luring you deeper into a dream not your own. The car purred, sleek as a panther, The perfume of leather and lies curling in your lungs. He fed you meals too wealthy to question, Poured wine that swallowed your doubts, Draped you…
