ode to no one in particular

this whore this slut
our horrid little buttercup

hard to breathe with a knife in your ribs?
harder to believe that men fought for "dibs"
for your no where near virgin ass
some people just have no grasp
of our sick little tragedy
also called reality

are your arms bruised and bleeding?
tough shit, bitch, love is fleeting
the straps are there so you don't fall out
afraid that i'll hurt you, of that there's no doubt
hands of your disappointed peers
take turns raping you. Cheers.
the bones of ages wrench out the pages
every little sin
stuffed beneath her skin
your like a big fucking piñata now
let's hear it for our craft sadists. Yo take a bow
now i’ll beat you in the face with this stick
it's just like old times but, this one you don't lick

scream till your jaw falls off your face
and no, nowhere is safe
arc the blood
like you arched your back all the time
where you'd swallow your pride and all of his slime

your hopes and dreams
echo all your delightful little screams
claw at your mind
and rip the flesh from your seams
at least let them help you undress
holy water does not a whore bless