Nevermind the lady screaming my name in righteous agony
My words are stacked and spewed forth
My best friend is a 44 year old man, cancer in his beer belly
My man is a mediocre amethyst who loves me more than he'll ever admit
The clock thrusting us apart is worse than the law prying our affection from our hearts
I take the swig from Brien's bottle, entertaining his old-age horny and tearing our friendship to shredded parmesan cheese
He says
— Being a chef is a thankless job
He loves me too much
And I am too much to be eaten
I keep booking these appointments with no way to get to them
Take a long unflinching look at what I am
Slain seven snakes and made a pair of boots of them
Fuck normal, fuck weird
The world has watched me ruin and knows all of my names
And what have I reaped?
Deluded disappointment
Take a long, unflinching look at me, dear reader
What is the head of my pen, covered in maggots and decapitated from my murky morals, worth to you?
YOU ARE READING
An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
