sometimes I am *****
sometimes I am pure
sometimes I am right

my body is assaulting the person beneath scars
and I am no longer afraid of what I think I might be

guess I'll be missing your birthday party this year

this song is about nothing and I am no one to be telling you this, I remember you with your satin sheets and ****** clownsuit and me hiding in a tree, questioning masculinity

hey you

you are me

I decided today that it would make it easier if I just ******* castrated myself and then cut off any limp remains of anything

it would be easier if ***-parts mattered less to you, for a forced congruency is to be established as fine, and the fact that you **** me you **** me you **** me it makes no difference

I have been ***** of my being by my being, and I will be ready shortly, once I figure out who I am for today.

the sirens won't stop going off in threes
the bird is still calling as if the night means nothing at all

and I come home to drown in the same water bed every night because I love the way it feels

I hate my body more than the events that define it
I don't want to be ******, as long as you don't touch me it's okay
the sky is dark and I plead for the rain after an infinite drought that causes my stomach to rupture and turns my tears into phosphorous drops only to be ignited by the rampant heavenly downpour

Oh my god is this it I ask openly as I inhale and exhale, slowly enveloping myself in fumes from my ruptured appendix and my crooked spine, growing like a plant that needs guidance to maintain rigidity

How long will it take for them to realize we are just
animals

Asking questions carefully but only submitting them as an answer to a question that I already asked to you about gender and how much I think I understand it what am I doing what have I done, all I can say is that I think it all goes away and either way I think I am nearly done