You tore off my masseter, babe.
You made me speechless, muscle contract
(conjunction junct)tion
impaired.
My heart was replaced with a revolving door.
Each time I opened, I closed again.
My function was to be your lover. You
kicked me out like my mother
did.
I cut four straight lines on my biceps after that.
I walked around shopping malls with red sleeves;
rubbed people's smiles raw in shirt-stain weaves.
My primal force lusts for you.
My mind lusts to kill you.
My tongue wants to taste your clitoris.
My Ego is gone, the only thing left is the
id.
I want to see your face get crushed by a car,
you bitch.
I want to see you catch AIDS from some drunk on a GHB heist,
you bitch.
I want to see you die from someone else's hands,
you bitch.
There's nothing left of me.
I'm a pale balloon leaking air.
I'm a car on its last piece of mileage.
I'm a wound that wants to Blee
d.
The complexion of my face is white.
I'll haunt you night after night
without a conjunction. |