Photo by Fem Doms
Stop punishing me
For every broken branch
I can only dish out as much as I can take
Stop punishing me
The mind is a basement
The skin beneath my skin struggles
To crawl
Will it ever walk
Freely, on its own?
We hide inside the library
Remembering the blurbs
The stories run the show
The catalog of cards
Stabbing at roots in the compost heap
Prying the bone from the dogs throat
Rotting pumpkins and blue banana stickers
There is still abit of dirt left on these ribs
Action Jackson
Jaction ass king
Let’s float
Third string Viking
47 47
That’s the way to get to heaven
Mermaids under the bar
Bar maids under the mer
Stop punishing me
Have mercy and use the whip
The sound it makes reminds me of my
Favorite school teacher
Schwervon! 