tiltawhirl insides
careening back and forth
opposite ends of spectrum
ugly, bucking horse.

blood of mother run deep
blood of mother run quick
blood of mother run sure
blood of mother run thick...

mother cut me open
as i was ripped from her womb
placed this grisly clown act inside me
left an open wound.

grew to love the hole
grew to let it hide
grew to let all people that i love
stand in line for the ride.

tiltawhirl wants to whirl life,
but blood of mother will drain.
solace in the edge of a knife
solace in the biting, silver pain.

boyfriend will want another taste
before my flag's unfurled
he will want another ride
on the tiltawhirl.