no.9

ambiguously turned my head

can sense your eyes right on my neck

still hungry for the crumbs of a soul

bewitched, cruelty gave you a peck

the static looped into the room

caught me on fire in my cocoon

left the bed just before you drool

leave me alone with my own doom

mascara dried up, days have passed

mama begs for me to get dressed

picked out the best funeral piece to

dig up your bones and smash your face

uneasiness growls back from my faults

how can i be so alone, out of control

my knees are weak, wrists bruised

emitting souls, you should’ve cut loose

dysphoric rhythm, better dance along

i wanna see you without the surcoat

house sitting on a bunch of piles of sh*t

life dependence made you a mangy dog

saw her sharpening the pen, where the hell is the tip of it

her plan was to smear salt and stab my aorta with true grit

that’s the first time you actually formed a thought so specific

you can erase my body but time is eternal, and a gift is a gift