Monday, August 8, 2011

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Patchy floorboard, whore wall walking
minds in states flung like coke cans, coke bags
hags to thick fingers
Daddy beats walls 
no calls

shrivel body steel leg coated in sour cream
cream
cream in legs twats money maker
pristine chalk boards erasing my
femininity

fucking. touch. me.

lesbian moustache hiding in couples therapy
cut off.

driving 
like Jesus nails 
casts of towers jumping 
suicide saftey

drill bits in crumbling teeth
grinding my humanity 
sloth boxes of silence
shaking like a Vet into the darkness

heart attack feet feedback
the violence-the violence-the violence
glory gory gushing red over 
paint coated maniacal woman faces into skyward bound

safety.
I. Love. Violence.

Sexy slamming with a fist.
Touch.
Me.

Dancing 
over out of reach
where gossamer and ballet toes and soft caress
orgasm in shell ears and no breath and 
twirling princess snear
back with knives of steel
cutting limbs and dreams
and obscene lips
like sugar draining in 
black coffee.








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