lactating in the shower naturally but lactating from the mouth

your whips and your chains act as inadvertent maps of the sky

I turn off the lights at orphanages
just to hear the sound of them cry

because trust me, trust me, even a ******* stray deserves to die

I don't give a **** if you can think
I don't give a **** if you can talk
I don't care what you do
All I care about is that you can suffer

Suffer like I do

but we **** on the same pacifiers
we inhale the dust from the factory floor

wintergreen coated plastic
put it between your gum and your cheek

its all the same, but a little different
just a little

the stage is set for a performance but the chairs do not contain people they contain mouths with knives for teeth and applause sealed with blood

the stage is set for me so I perform but I do nothing

the performance is intrinsic to the spectacle
do not tell the spectacle right from wrong
there is no registration, ever
but it will hurt you

in the later evening  when neither parent is home I laugh and I nod and I shake and I don't make a sound as my sanity is deduced to strings between my muscles

why do you police the gender politics of a dead horse