each word leaves your tongue
like a serpent you are planning your
next move. gash. bite. sting.
blood bath.
like a unicorn
I was hiding out
of rarity & preservation.
as a woman I have concealed all these
markings
who decided that you
were allowed to
wound everything!
oh how we call upon the rain
when we are in need of a sound
to drown out all the suffering
all the shrieks in the nite
we are crying out for
day by day
we are requesting a
tem-por-ary
oh waisted heart
oh useless praise
how I elect you feeling of all the days.
my mother used to say:
as soon as you feel something
throw it away
if you could see me now I'de be sipping something with chamomile and rolling my eyes
back
as far as they can go
proving a point through science or
taking advantage of science?
as soon as you feel something
throw i t a w a y.
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