I don’t know where to begin,
I cut holes in my skin again

I press down my fingers to break open
the scabs when I see you smile
so I don’t get ahead of myself in thinking
I could feel good someday too

there’s red stains on all my favourite clothes

my period thrills me to no end,
dear mother nature, I wish I could
bleed every day of the month,

I’m a good ****,
I’m a tease,
I’m a corpse walking

I’m rotting flesh hanging off a meat hook,

and nothing turns me on more than these
fantasies of the barrel of a gun massaging
the back of my throat like **** in my mouth,

blood spray on the walls, dripping down my
neck and pooling on the floor like ***,

I want to lay in the wet spot and let my
eyes roll back into my skull, face-******
one final time by a revolver

- S.G.