All the tears
All the red flesh ribbons hanging from me
All the blurry eyes
All the shaking hands and my false self embrace.
Remind me I will fucking die a life of piss
You son of a bitch
You goddamn fucking shit
I will not me missed.
I held close to my head a fist of my own
crushed all the tiny spider thoughts inside me
Nothing felt better than when I cried out louder.
About death tasting perfect when it is your own.
