sucker

be madly in love with someone who drives you crazy

latenightscoveredinblood

graspingatthetoiletcrying

 not knowing what to do

the kind of crazy that just has to be accepted

ifyouleaveme

i’lldoit

i’llfucking

do it 

and just has to be followed

endlessly

handcuffed

until it’s just you two of you left

shelostthefuckingkeys

forever

 

pu$$y Power

I have dead and stale insides

liver rotting from

too much drink

my blood is black clotting

circulation has ceased

 

my lungs collapsed from the smoke

breath rings out in

broken gasps laughing at the

sick joke

 

 

my glorious pussy

it keeps me going

the lines of fertility and sex

my sparkling symbol of femininity

my pink palace of

life or death

 

the punch line got lost in

falsehoods and pride

I want to press my sticky fingers

consensually inside

 

until they stop laughing and

realize

the girls are getting sick

realize

there is no one to blame

if they keep passing left

it will eventually come back

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

winding 

Inflatable dreams at needle point aching to be popped

The angry pro stitchers fingers are getting sweaty grasping at the tiny needle

Their milk crates are dented from constant pressure and continued sitting

 

Thick dreams at night with orgies and oozing glitter

The stiff buttons are hard to press

Yet so satisfying to touch

And take-out fries are never the same as crisp virgin ones

Mouths salivating at the thought

Anxiety builds and the glitter orgy ends

 

Run your hands on the picnic tables getting as many slivers as you possibly can

Slur your words from the pain of the wood chips embedded in your skin

Wooden floors drip with blood

An endless search for the first aid kit

Iced hands that feel as heavy as blocks of wood

 

Those cigarettes are eaten for 20 dollar bills and the party begins to pick up

Grayscale nights with a bossy little personality to match

Crisp floating memories weighing heavy on your chest

your head

and your back