this poem is not called calcimine
by @lyss-gia
Calcimine
My head is full of blood
Brain is a damp hot piece of meat
Damn hot wet useless
Calcimine
My skull is calcium waste
Cranium cradling USDA grade A
Shit
Calcimine
My heart is knocking on my breastplate
Good, it knows that my body is tainted
It’s a-knock knock knocking at a coach whip pace
Calcimine
Irises flooded by curious pupils
Open wide swell
Absorbing dizzying light
Calcimine
Side lamp belongs on the floor
Shattered stacks smashing objects
At the mercy of my car wash arms
Calcimine
I can feel Satan waiting assured
Ready to accept my blood sack body
Liars and cheats all go to hell
Calcimine
My head is a feverish cardinal
Still my face, though hell awaits, guards the fact
And I do, I drench my febrile skull
Calcimine