I spit mental disorders in my free time || poetry and prose

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I'm baltering around with bottles of pills
and God knows how I adore them
'cause every time I swallow one
I want to get my organs inside out,
like a fancy painted dresser
filled
with ovarian cancer;

Mommy,

They...
they rape my good will,
leave me brainless

Daddy!

They...
they make me throw my lungs up
while my eardrums are playing mad beats:

What the fuck Shannon? Stop with the thought of me actually pleasing you.

Shannonoa, aloe vera
My girl, skinny bottle of tequila
How noxious can you be
When trying to get over me

ba dum tss my brain hurts