Baby, Get Gone. [don't get caught.]

heart attack all over your sleepy face.
cover you with strawberry children
and hope you don't cut your fingers off with
the petals of angles and horse teeth are falling
out of your ears.
you gutted the pillows and now
i have nothing to hide all my secrets in. f****r.
we climbed in the bathtub
and cut out pictures of our favourite celeb-prettys.
we watched shooting stars shoot up the atmosphere.
nothing felt as good.
nothing felt as...
i got into a fist fight with the monsters
that hide in the glitter gutters.
when i broke his nose cocaine dripped out.
he broke my ribs apart and stuck them in a cake.
i made more birthday wishes. & blew it all out.
you fall in love with the rhinestone girls that
have sharp bones and bangs falling into their eyes.
we have sex on the greased streets behind all
people who really fell in love.
you carve your psalms into my back
with the bones from a vulture you pulled from the jaws of your father.
i suck off the salt from you lips
and hope infection doesn't occur.
when we fall asleep
in our tin can ocean bottom honeymoon suit
you groan and pull at my limbs.
i wake up with your prints & teeth.
we shower in the hopes of pealing off
the people we became.
i'd kill to see that girl go down the drain.

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[Greystone]

There are poems in which the messages are unclear.

But this? No, the message screams; the message wails--
The message is clear:

Pain.