Homophobic F!*ks

Wind in my skin and you underneath it. Why won’t they just leave us alone.

Mannequin-oven, forefathers bequeathed you. Embodied self-hatred, The Perfect Home sequel? Articulated by counsels, their articles of “(t)reason”; I taste-touch-smell-feel:

you know only one season.

Propped motionless and quivering
lips feign amusement
bruised and non-swiveling hips hold up ‘bused limbs.
confusing and soothing their words are so suiting
“we just want what’s best” for you?

Suffocating.
suffocating
suffocating
suffocating
suffocating
suffocating.

You’re dying, baby :) :) :) :) :) :) :) You’re dying.

WE ARE THE ITCH YOU CAN’T SCRATCH - glitter glass in your eyes, glitter gold in our bones, glitter milk in our hair, JUST FUCKING LEAVE US ALONE. Pathetic and feeble, your fingers convulse for the air in our lungs because YOU are the asphyxiated, we’ll never succumb.

We’ll never die.

Fear tastes like thick cyanide-laced paste in your mouth, it free-bases and foams distillation of self, the Conjugation of Hat(e)-tred train then follows, learned rudiment movements, and now baby, swallow.

Slithering down. down. down. down. Your abyss made of honey torn up and so tainted, pink matter turns ashy, body wicked acquainted.

gooey and sickly your insides are outside, your existence a black hole. poison. me-tas-TA-sized. cloy crystals unravel, sad sight so unsightly, hush hush and go lightly, let them into your heart and manifest around tightly;

burning cold, are you human anymore?

Heartless paper heart.
Hollow brain plastic mold.
Smooth skin soul sold.