the girl who was my suicide
the girl who was my suicide
last night a girl came
to me in the shape
of mysuicide.
first, she became
a noose, tightening
herself around me
until I was thin
as my last rib.
the sex did not come cheap.
then she turned into
a japanese kitchen knife
slicing into my four-brain
memories of recent girlfriends.
i bled remorse & begged for mercy
& for mary j. to return.
became mysuicide became goody
toe-to-shoe friendz
kissing cousins
w/ wet streaks
& clean fingernails
potential corpses
always up for a feel,
we went to starbuck's
& i bought her a large frappuchino
with whipped cream. her white-foamed
smile owned me.
last night a girl came
to me in the shape
of my
first, she became
a noose, tightening
herself around me
until I was thin
as my last rib.
the sex did not come cheap.
then she turned into
a japanese kitchen knife
slicing into my four-brain
memories of recent girlfriends.
i bled remorse & begged for mercy
& for mary j. to return.
became my
toe-to-shoe friendz
kissing cousins
w/ wet streaks
& clean fingernails
potential corpses
always up for a feel,
we went to starbuck's
& i bought her a large frappuchino
with whipped cream. her white-foamed
smile owned me.
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That last sentence stoned me. *
Thanks Mathew and Amanda!
This works so well. Good stuff! *
Thank you, Charlotte!
Strange, Good. Troubling.*
Thank you, Joani!
Especially like these lines:
"then she turned into
a japanese kitchen knife
slicing into my four-brain
memories of recent girlfriends.
i bled remorse & begged for mercy"
A dark and moving piece, Kyle. The second stanza is strong. I like it.
Especially like these lines:
"then she turned into
a japanese kitchen knife
slicing into my four-brain
memories of recent girlfriends.
i bled remorse & begged for mercy"
A dark and moving piece, Kyle. The second stanza is strong. I like it.
Titillating, with caffeine.
Thanks, Sam, Gary!!
*
Thank you Tara!