Winding around your cocktail womb, consuming only to destroy
Substances made our bond curdle, your intention was complete
For I was made, not by choice to be here

Adolescence was demanding, a fist in my face
I would conform but still defy,
your breath, tainted and foul, gnashing teeth, red eye and blood

Shaking glass, it’s contents staining your lips
All yeasty and old, hit me once more
“You! foul creature!” I said
“You WITCH”

11/06/2003

Posted on 11/06/2003
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