i’ve been shittin’ a lot lately;
isn’t that the crass things you people want to hear?
snicker as you read the words,
imagine your own shit swirling in the toilet bowl
you don’t expect such women to be so daft
you don’t expect a woman who can wear the hell out of a pink tutu
to wonder what the colors of her shit mean
and you’ve apparently forgotten i once wrote about wanting a day to lie in my own blood,
about touching my used tampons
about feeling filthy and loving it
and i think when you see my pictures you might not imagine a switchblade in my right hand
and you might not notice the smirk behind my glasses
and you’re too goddamn busy staring at my cleavage to feel the knife go in
and you’re too bloody ignorant to even know what the word “daft” means
and, well, oh bloody hell here she is with her skills
her lack of love
and her words spinning like a nail to your coffin
take a deep breath, sir
take a moment to use your lighter to see
four walls around you
dark
and lonely
and she’s pounding the nails in
and you think she just wanted to fuck
yeah, you think one good fuck would’ve set me right
surely i haven’t seen anything bigger than 7 inches
and surely i don’t even remember what these tattoos mean
and you didn’t notice the dog collar around your neck
and the leash i pull you with
you’ve gone too far into it now
your paths didn’t have to cross
no, you didn’t have to come my way
you didn’t have to remember when i was a whore
and you didn’t have to compare me to the virgin mary
my name isn’t mary
and i don’t have to use a gun to get off
and i won’t take anything while down on my knees
and you won’t know it until it’s fucking you
and you will think me a coward
and you will definitely never forget my name.

02/02/2010

Author's Note: holy hell what is this?

Posted on 02/02/2010
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