Blood Mouth Fulls
she thought
could it be morality
thats got her depressed
not letting the devil out
being hemmed in
trying to be mommies
good little girl
no filth
no blood
no shit
no cries that call
do it, do it, do it
use me hard
make me Raggedy Anne
floppy doll
will less
lucid
unhinged
from cruel moorings
of well
reasoned behaving
what if i loved you
in immoral ways
no one would have to know
will you love me back
like a fish
loves a worm
make me cry
take blood mouth fulls
from a cut neck
and tare at me
till i beg you
never stop
This poem is about:
Me
Our world