Here with my head on the stove
Brand a spiral cheek.
I could...
But I sip the wine.
In a frozen world I beg for rain to cleanse a filthy city
and my mind in ways. Wash away the foul odors that seep from me,
Clean and sweet smelling skin but not underneath.
Below the babies scream, bang their heads and sing:
Jesus loves me.
Woman, child, hate...
I sip the wine.
Children should never feel their daddy's lust
or mother's teeth
Little girls are not meant to eat meat.
Twisted secrets...
another glass please.
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