jennifer please.... please don't

I can't handle what you are going to say
me -> typhoid i met death by the seashore.
(image, if you can picture it, stintson beach, misty day, cold hard wind sounds of cars on highway in the distance. no birds)
i stood smiling, saying,
not yet, dammit, in fact, never. you are just a gimmick, a trap, a farse. i dont need your damn waste.

Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.

she gave a throaty laugh.
i giggled.
what, you don't believe me, then?
i must show you then.
i will outlast you.
i'll teach you to dance.
birdmad and desist
to exist
to give a damn
what's it to you?
who go