pink bath.

baby heads

i'm afraid
to drown myself
in pleasure and in porn

i try again
to kiss myself
tongue thistled, all adorned

your eyes are pretty
prettier in my hands
your flesh so soft
for consumer demand

i touch your stomach
empty, i suppose
you touch my wrists
still damp through my clothes

i'm afraid
to drown myself
in pleasure and in porn

i try again
to kiss myself
fragile and forlorn

hail mary, full of grace
face down in this sacred place
halo split and slick with blood
swords of sorrow in the mud

her dolly is headless
her legs are wet
she lets herself breathe
with stick cigarettes

i touch your stomach
empty, i suppose
you touch my wrists
still damp through my clothes

we are
the definition of fuck
a safe sex roulette
GMOs give us luck

we are
the sacred teens
children and smothered
to make us so clean