dont need no boys i grab my own titties
Stop asking me to trust
you while I’m still coughing
up water from the last time
you let me drown.
I have nothing to say.
You don’t inspire me anymore.
Sounds fall out of my mouth like sloppy joes.
I catch the falling meat between my fingers and ring you downstairs for supper.
At the dinner table you eat with your elbows, covering your face in my regurgitated muck.
Thanking me for dinner, you crawl back inside yourself for the evening.
And leave me empty until breakfast.