More Poetry

Tie it off
Tie it tighter
I want to see red
Want to feel lighter
Hold it still
Get your bag
I will struggle
Then I will brag
Hold me down
You’ll need more men
I’m impatient
I’m me more now than then
I’ll look you in the eye
Vitriol venom spills from my lips
Fuck you, I will growl
Or fuck me, as my gown rips
The needle is a pleasure
It means I win
It means I’m inconsolable
That I can still taste my sin
It means you can’t handle me
Well, neither can I
That’s why I fled
Why I chose to die
But you people stole that
You stole my only comfort
You took from me my release
The embrace so like a mother
How I longed to feel his touch
To smell his sweet grave stench
How I ached to caress those empty sockets
To in his cloak retch
But now I’m forced to continue
You’ve taken even my resolve
So I live in shades of grey
I am this fog