I flicker
between reassuring myself
and planning my funeral
I am violent
I would scratch your eyes
out with spoons
but they're perfection
you belong in formaldehyde
it will preserve you
the seraph who injected
bleach in my veins
but I am queen of the masochists.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 10:31 AM UTC
I flicker
between reassuring myself
and planning my funeral
I am violent
I would scratch your eyes
out with spoons
but they're perfection
you belong in formaldehyde
it will preserve you
the seraph who injected
bleach in my veins
but I am queen of the masochists.
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