oldephebe its my word
cut me up in fire
the marrow screaming in my bones
a body broken well before its' time
and pain sits like a bloodwet gibbon
on the throne
and don't tell me that is the phone
some tassled buttoned down
to proffer
to me
the perfect pink little pill
and the pain is laughing
in me still
I've fed hundreds of these pills
to it
cut me up in fire
b r e a t h
cut me
a morbid miscellany
of some sundry
its what you've come to
expect from me
i fold
a fetal prayer
i stride so briskly
and its' still raging
running up and down in me
so cut me up in the fire
feed the furnace and watch me burn
an orchestra of the dead
playing riffs out of Bartok
in my head
tear these tempests
and pain
a searing clarity
and the only escape for me
cut me up in fire
feed the furnace
and watch me learn
aahh yeah
watch me achieve a perfect
as its tendrilled hand
takes me
mm mm yeah
ye-ah yeah
ferret i scream instead
ice_cream instead
eye_scream instead
oldephebe What a thrill ----
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge

Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.

Little pilgrim,
The Indian's axed your scalp.
Your turkey wattle
Carpet rolls

Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.

Whose side are they one?
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill

The thin
Papery feeling.
Kamikaze man ----

The stain on your
Gauze Ku Klux Klan
Darkens and tarnishes and when
The balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence

How you jump ----
Trepanned veteran,
Dirty girl,
Thumb stump.

Sylvia Plath
pobodys nerfect I have a diagonal one on the bottom outer side of my left-hand thumb from slicing up watermelon. It stings. :( 030816
emily if i ever lost amber or camy i would do it agian they are like big sisters to me and they keep me alive most of the time. it it wasnt for them i would have killed myself by now 040403
valen your tears cut your face. like my blade cut my wrists. 050409
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