My body is an economy in failure

"Here's our money"

What we have found of each other
will **** all of us

These words come from a mouth that never closes
With thumbtacks for teeth
and a sandpaper tongue

The monsters we create are soon to pass
Old blame needs new hosts
Throw the baby out with the bathwater

I live in a room without walls
I share my home with total strangers

We are captives but we are floating in the water
I built a boat out of inconclusive arguments
and slept on the floor of the sea

Finally.

Sweet Mother Mary
Please throw me away
Heaven takes a toll
and I cannot pay

Sweet Mother Mary
Take me to your sky
Fill me with goodness
Then leave me to die

And what is this red
that stains my hands?
Will you cleanse me
and then leave me be?

Sweet Mother Mary
Keep me outside your heart
Reduce you to nothing
and pass away vicariously through me

I wear this mask
to see the world
Take in what I want
and then nothing more

Sweet Mother Mary
Knees covered in swollen stings
Please pray for them
Please

Oh, Mother we are not holy when we are here

Am I a part of this?
Tell me where to go

You have birthed the world
and you must end your creation
or give me a gun to stop myself

My skin peels back
Sooner forgetting later

Escapism as a form of affection
Even when I close my eyes I can feel my disfigurements emerging
My head is too heavy for sleep

The oozing, the subtle sting, the infinite burning, the bandages; life pours out of my sutures and gaping incisions
My real self is a part of my past

I cannot feel my face
I cannot save myself from my thoughts
I am as much of a ******* as I am a parasite; flesh is the ultimate interloper and my organs are divided into spheres of influence

My body is colonized and turned into the birthplace of my disease

We need to talk
We need to talk
We need  to be quiet

I hear the chalkboard-nail-scrape
I hear them laughing in unison
Like a personal orchestra of pathetic, pointless humiliation

They pelt me with beer cans
They push me too far and too fast

I wish I could get back at them
with every passing moment the hatred accumulates

But they're already dead
Open caskets set to be closed and lowered
Faces with no features

They left without leaving
They left me
"Ha Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha"

I am a coward
afraid of my disposition

You only need to say it so many times before it becomes true
The question answers itself if you already know whose correct

Drown me in chemical baths
Lock the condition in place
Let time run, unravel, and damage

This is here
This is now
The subject presupposes the predicate

I have only a month to heal
It reaches for you
It grabs you by the throat

Burn my eyes, shut
Use hot tongs to demolish my ****
Brand me like your livestock but this time you'll decide

The planet is in your ******* palm
It just took too long to know for sure

Pour that salt into my mouth
Hang me by my ankles off a bridge

Pour some salt into my mouth
Feed me lies and insects

Pour your salts into my mouth
Don't ask why and continue on

Fill my mouth full of salt
Clean my teeth with alcohol
Make me realize what I've done

Drag your nails across my skin
Dig your thumbs into my eyes
Puncture my ear drums with your best knife
Stimulate yourself
Dress me up and
pour
your
salt
into
my
mouth

Make me feel that I'll never escape
Mechanize me with stabilization
and wash these salts from my throat