April 10, 2018

Lungs full of candy

and a cry baby gut

give me eight limbs,

hands with five fingers

to be the womb for which

the grotesque is conceived.


I refuse to be a midwife,

so I rip off the middle finger

and suck down the blood;

to bring me a lil’ closer to hell. 


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