I will

Lolita is my lover
Not my friend
Resting, resisting
She’s somewhere inside

A spacious room with deep auburn and bluish hues,
Waiting for me, in snow colored sheets
She will
Die.

I am her lover
Not her friend
Exploding, committing
She’s coming inside.

An Echo of murmurs and murderous notions
Escaping from our red painted mouths
“I will love you”
“I will ruin you”

She is my extinction

With me encased in her breath.

I will
Breathe