I breathe
In through my toes,
And out through my tears.
“Daddy, you *******,
I’m through.” Your ****** reeks, as
I know the oven did.
Like the epilogue had ended,
You exit the stage.
The snake bit your ankle,
Sylvia,
And I ****** out your poison.
It tastes like a matchstick
And like the sweet, sweet stain of your pen.