Seat of leather leeches to my oozing thigh, scrapes cover the length of my tattered
Dress, the light seems faint as it leathers
My eyes in huffs and fades always dipping
To the dirt smeared ground I don't
Recognise. My lips are sticky in the plush
Of their folds bitting the blood and anger
That prickles the side of my blotted eyes.
She tied me to her neck, now I can't breath
Through the ductape of my hinging voice
That dangles the air and screeches to my
Ears with her manic feat of a drumming
Laugh. Coughing my breaths out I can't
Smell the iron of my own wounds as she
Dives her hands on my slithering hair and pulls
The roots to my face, her bullets are
Impossible to duck as they sip into hands
With each echo haunting my nerves. She
Spits in disgust: 'Why should beautiful
People exist and cherish that?'
I'm the beautiful one here, avenging the
Broken ones like me that are called ugly
Compared to YOU. No discrimination should
Exist so I'm the knight of it's existence, I'm
Freedom. Learn your place and stop living!
I'm your surgeon and I will make you BeautIFuL.
The only thing I heard was a ductape ripping
Me out of pain, perhaps I'm saved but not