Sunday, January 8, 2012

Not Even Worms

Your mouth is opened so wide
Your eyes are so shiny with tears

You're screaming
But I can't hear you
Over mozart's Jupiter
My ear buds nestled in nice and tight

Dragging the exacto knife
From just below your sternum
Trailing down between your labia

I have wondered some things

I have wondered
If I could stomach torturing you

But i wonder more wether or not
The soil could stomach
Your vile taste

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