Carmen Electric
I'm ripping out my lungs
So breathing isn't labored
Not for my sake
But for the gentleman
Laced with bowties
I'm hunched over the bus seat
Spilling blood
Back into the cup
Reminding the window
That my hand still exists
The world doesn't care
For my diaphram leaping
Or my feet sketched skidding
All they wanted
Was my skeletal mass
Grounded for cocaine
That is sniffed in opera boxes
This word
Will never change,
So why should I?
I dot care if I stain plush seats from golden gates
I'm finished playing fair
They took him
Growing inside of me
It's only prin pricks
Along their toe nails
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