Said Pricilla, the black
Dog moods bite off my
Light, the train shoves
Me side to side like
Some love fuck ride.
All his words have
Stung and pierced my
Tender skin, his wounding
Slaps and punches blacken
Me without and in. I sit
And brood and simmer
Thoughts of suicide, the
Train moves on like
Brandon at his pitch,
Kissing, loving, hitting,
Saying, come on you
Loveless bitch. I am the
Death princess, the one
Of wounded heart and
Flesh; I sit and think of
Better days, the hopes
And dreams I entertained
Before the kiss of Brandon’s
Lips, his red-hot touches
And his icy terror reigned.
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