11/15/11 by Meghan HelmichA righteous martyr, a generous beast,
a handsome devil with pitchforks for eyes
and embers for fingers.
You go to hell
and turn down your bed
even though you never sleep.
I blame your mouth
and your homicidal kindness
for driving me merry-go-round mad,
filling me with bile jealousy
at seeing all the rotting corpses
with rings on their fingers. 11/17/2011 Posted on 11/17/2011 Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
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