gut me like
a fish.
rip me open from
my throat to the rocks
in my stomach.
see how my
insides are just
worms and worms
and worms.
twisted up they
smell like the
bleach on the
bathroom floor.
bleach coated in
lemons too sweet to
be lemons.
see how they
squirm under
the weight of
your eyes and cracks
in your leather face.
how they
shrivel in your
cherry breath,
too yellow to
be cherries.
lungs full of oranges,
oranges that hate
your chest
and everything
in it.
to the worms you are
just another
fish full of
guts.