I got my clit hood pierced last week,
I drove five hours to get it done.
I shaved myself til I was sleek
and then I went to have some fun.
It happened very quick, and I
was pierced by someone else's son.
I cursed and swore but did not cry.
It hurt at first, and then did not.
I'm sure you want to know just why
I even had this foreign thought.
The answer is, I am a freak
who finds herself in body mods.
I've always had a wicked streak.
I got my clit hood pierced last week.
I vomit into paper cups,
I pierce myself with safety pins.
The wastelands are where I grew up,
the wastelands are where I am thin.
A burnt and barren place of force
and hate and rage upon my skin.
It once was green. It's since been torched.
There is no water. I'm unwashed.
The flesh is sick. My heart's been torched.
I keep my pain upon the cross.
I add and build and reconstruct -
I'll take it all, at any cost.
Your coming here was quite abrupt -
I didn't think that you'd show up.
The girls are talking in my head.
It's something that I keep inside.
I won't record what they have said.
For safety's sake, they have to hide.
There is no I, there's only we.
It's dangerous to be open wide,
it's dangerous when it's time to feed.
I do not disassociate,
they all are different parts of me.
There's not a single part I hate.
It's what I do when I'm in bed
and I can't sleep and it is late.
The girls are talking in my head.
I won't record the things they've said.
every month it starts like this -
something breaks inside my head.
i start to bleed from out my slit,
i start to wish that i was dead.
the tides don't stop and they are mad -
i cannot swim. i'm made of lead.
i just become so fucking sad.
i don't know how to make it stop.
it makes me think that i am bad,
it makes me feel like we have fought.
i always have to take the hit,
i always have to take the shot.
every month it starts like this -
i start to bleed from out my slit.
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