i left my guts
bare, dripping dripping dripping
on my vanity table this morning
'cause i cut my torso open last nighttook my heart out and ripped out the veins
took my lungs out and stuffed it with moss and thorns
took my spine out and crushed it into fine dusti opened my closet door,
i looked down down down
and began to unfurl
like a flower, or a snake uncurlingripped my skin out and shred it into tiny little flesh confettis
ripped my eyeballs out and squeezed 'til it was nothing
ripped my tongue out and let toxic honey pouri stare at my floor
the corpse of my previous body decaying decaying decaying
there's a bottle of perfume in my hand and i smell it,
this scent of vigour and new perspectiveand i drink it.
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I, Girl
Поэзияi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.