his
bad battery
acid
blasts
scald
insults
upon this skin,
a sick
sin
indigenous
to your lips.
pick your
lick of
invectives
to stick
into my spine;
twist like
pins,
laugh through
my cries
and send
mad acid
tears
to ravage
revenge
with my
pen.
to you
this shit is
worthless;
my success
gathers in
phrases
unafraid
of emotional
access.
I spin
a poetic
axis
to take an ax
across
these
lacerations
you've
lashed at
me.
I'll bash
your battery
to bleed badly
and write a toast
to boast
my new bloody
lottery.
I'll roast
marshmallows
over this
corpse
you'll see
