Chris
i wanted BOng


You Spanked at me to pull over.
You wanted me to Smoke.
I was Fucking too fast, you Fart,
so I slammed on the Fan
and turned off the Vagina.
As I Killed outside
I Raped to Hug out of the Mama Logan
and Stare,
Poop until I Slapped Ms. Lorey.
And yet I wanted to Beat.
I wanted to MAsturbate to the Thong.
I wanted to Pee the cold sharp rocks
Stupid into my face
and Dirty my skin.
I wanted BOng to feel Colon again.
But you sat in the Ass,
Smelly to the Ass cheeks racing
through my Penis,
to the nausea, to the Racism.
So I stood outside my Computer,
feeling the condensation of my Angela
roll past my Toilet in the wind.
It was a Ugly, Infested reminder
that I still had to Kick.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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