I want to die,
and be the only guy
who gets to go
to dead girl heaven,
and hang out with
all the dead girls,
the black girls,
the blue girls,
and the sometimes both girls,
and sometimes two girls
at once, because I'm the only guy
who got to die
and go to dead girl heaven,
with all the pretty little pallid dead girls,
the broken neck girls,
the slit wrist girls,
the terribly sick girls,
who since being buried
have gotten dirtier
then they ever did under covers
with each other just waiting
for a guy like me to die,
and make it into dead girl heaven,
to join in on the slumber party
full of make out sessions ,
pillow fights, and of-course
decomposition of the
pretty little pallid dead girls,
the bludgeoned girls,
the cut throat girls,
the charred black girls,
the breathless blue girls,
the hopefully both girls,
and ideally all at once girls,
every single dead girl
in dead girl heaven.
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
