I think I will
Cut off my hands
They have not served me well
And must go.
I will gouge away my tongue
It ought to be removed
Before it does more damage
My traitorous thighs -
I will line the path you longed to trace with kisses
With tiny cuts instead
Small, but deep
I’ll make myself a freak.
Then I’ll take the knife to my *******
You always liked them best
So I will cut, swift and clean, discard them in a little heap, trash,
They deserve nothing better.
And now, I am a tongueless, sexless, bleeding horror
Dismembered, a series of parts
On display for you,
Come see.
Penetrate my gaping mouth,
Rub the moisture from my thighs,
Gather up my *******,
Hold my hands
And own me, what you’ve made me
I’m all yours.