[5/23/19]
There's an open sore where my heart should beat
Where all love goes in, it lies disgraced
My face burning from a blistering heat
That heart sits outside my body, tightly laced
Where my brain should be there's a leech
It feeds on every little happy thought and snap
Through my clogged ears it wants to breech
Sound pounding through with a sickening clap
Lastly, there's a stone where my uterus should sit
Any sexual pleasure warps and wilts
Like a poison apple that's been bit
Guarded by a flock of golden hilts
