Put your gender in a blender
***** **** and ******
Testakills interwoven thrills will douse the desire
Just ask the child who slits her wrists to douse the morphine drip
To deal with her bruises both on her body & in her brain days after the finger stains start to fade.
Or four weeks later when dust became vapor and life force thrusts into her placenta
Memories of being bent over and forced into the midsize Porsche
Pleaded the fifth after a swift smack to the back of her dome piece to demand silence
No ******, pre-leak, pro-life, pro-knife pro giving it up to GOD if tonight’s the night. Every wake up a tear shed as each day passes puffing on this hashish to make it through the day up until her face went blue from holding her breath
Death was her only escape until the thought breaks through that its not up to me or you or any fool passing through to determine
The day finally came when your brother cut off his foreskkin before breaking his skull wide open to watch his brains melt in the scorching sun.