Friday, July 4, 2014

slaughterhouse love poem...

I wanna be your stockyard, your butchers shop,
your grimy meat cleaver covered in other girls’ blood 
I wanna be yours, only yours,
I want you to stain me so badly 
it’ll take years of scrubbing my skin
with bleach to get you out

so cut me open,
stick your hands inside my chest 
feel around in there for something you like
you’ve got meat hooks for fingers, baby 
touch me, oh god, touch me 
I wanna be screaming your name
against the bloody concrete,
I want you to fuck me up,
I want you to fuck me.

I want you to bleed me
cut me open and pull my insides out 
bleed me, leave my body in the slaughterhouse 
don’t return until the blood is dried black 
then kiss me hard,
kiss me full of maggots.

Tell me,
have you ever killed a living thing?
Have you ever stayed to watch it struggle?

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