Stabby Rip Stabstab

Stabby Rip Stabstab

A Poem by Jesse Lancaster

I will never have cool scars but I can lie about the ones I have and that's alright, I guess.


Scar tissue on my face
from a past life, I'm spent
the colour of lost luster, stacking
a fresh epidermis comprised wholly of defecation.
Each day's a mark, weighing the pros and cons of seppuku.
The pain's old but fresh to my nerves, flaking
with each and every
lying in wait, visibly bruised
from falls I never saw coming
and poorly prepared for.

Stonehands to tie lead shoes
there's still blood underneath,
it loves to seep, sick of the cut-outs
I wanna live in my dreams.

I'm smiling regardless cause
it's our wedding day and I'm sporting red teeth
waiting for the contractors
to build a home in you,
I wanna become new
take a chance with anyone
it'd be supergood of you.

© 2013 Jesse Lancaster

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Added on December 20, 2012
Last Updated on March 6, 2013
Tags: it's a joke, get it, because the name of this poem, is silly, and there's a picture, of peeps being stabbed, duh


Jesse Lancaster
Jesse Lancaster

Manchester, CT

I'm Jesse Lancaster. No I'm not. I am: 19 And now: @ Uni for my sophomore year. My writing draws heavy influences from the music I listen to, other writers (such as Chuck Palahniuk, John Green a.. more..