To a Year

By | 1 May 2019
Reach into my pot. Turn your fingers sticky. Eviscerate my uterus and gouge out my ovaries. Shove it up me. Remove the wet gel and just put it in. Show me my insides on the big screen. Open my gown. Taunt me with the silver clamp. Make me pass out when you talk about cutting me open. Sicken me to death when I cry outside on my iPhone. Amputate the hind leg. Nauseate me with the smell in my passenger seat. Amputate September. Destroy my sex life. Repulse me with the finances. Make it bleed when I wipe in not one but two places. Harden me. Turn me sour as a plum. Watch me retch on the neighbour’s front lawn.

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