i can't believe...

i need to be made new
adopt a psychogenic fugue
a colour balanced hue
fuck you.

stem the flow of blood
from your daughters
and your sons.
tell them why they're here
and what you've done.

place this piece
in my hand
it's your hand
it's god's hand
pull the trigger.
unzip these demons
and let them float freely
or fall apart.

a coffee table corner
a pale reminder
and a target.
i hit my head and
into the beige plush carpet,
i rub it in.