You Were Never Really Here

Sound of freedom-

so much certitude

on big screen.

Million dollar face fuck-

just look

at the poetry written

about

young kids

getting it good-

merchandise dolly,

walnut chicken demise.

I'm laced with

an uncomfortable feeling,

knowing

none of you know

what it feels like

to want to butcher

your own skin,

and erupt into a birth scream

of nonexistence.

Some

people

suck blood

when they cut themselves..

lips to open wound.

Others

shake and cry all night

while carving

hard truth in the surface

of their sadness.

I'm right here

listening to the whimpers

of children

who were mistreated

by their next of kin.

Sex

forever,

birth mark infestation.

I take a hammer

to the hard parts

because the pain of

barely remembering

makes me feel like

a Hollywood whore.

Buy more tickets

to save the children from evil!

Tossed

romaine

cocaine.

The demons grin

between extra butter

and yappy granny

lipping it up

three seats away,

and normie Norm

makes magic happen

without ever leaving

the comfort of his cabin.

You were never

really here.

And you'll never know

what it feels like

to have a scorpion sting

the remaining dream

from the twilight

of two hopeless eyes.