Torture Throne Poem by Jamie Dewyer

too scared of the lungs of her enimes guns
to be proud of the speech that enslaves us

too frightened by bullets that lodge in her throat
painted with words that i wouldn't

i couldn't
i shouldn't say
hey my hearts make believe
you have so much world left
so much life to waste

a pincushion for a soul
paperdoll mating hole
same sides to switch the role
gelatin army

did u miss me,
i been on this kick
i cant write no more
i'm sick
i been burying bodies like memories
all of these ashes to scatter to bees
and the wasps become followers
you know how it works

anyway... i promise
no more cryptic messages
tommorow i'll just come and kill that panther FOR u