Chemo

Dissecting this database of pornography at my fingertips, I ponder the fickleness of fate. Do lovers fall together or fall from dreams? The latest one rests as I drag her body across stones and thorns. A crimson snake follows us on this path, as if to say “Life is cancer.” She lays at peace in her decorative soil coffin. This makeshift graveyard is beautiful with the leaves falling like corpses from rotted nooses. It's so easy to envy the beautiful and their ignorance to the world. I sometimes wish for the privilege of sleeping next to them sometimes. To feel warm next to their frost as the leukemia swallows us all.

The Innocence Of A Little Girl

"You'll always be mommy's little angel" she told me
Right before I stabbed her in the neck with scissors
Red geyser pulsing like the lies from her mouth
The gash could never match my lacerations
Constellation of terror adorned on my back
Family nights of "beat the failed little sister"
Dear brother can't scream in ecstasy anymore
His neck caressed with a jump rope from the ceiling fan
Daddy will never mark me with unrestrained pleasure
Too difficult with his dick in a meat grinder
Bastard family wilted as frosted sunflowers
The abused became the abuser (eye for a knife)
Wearing that crimson shoe, I am finally a princess