n.i.m.b.u.s.

haven't you heard?

haven't you heard?

i'm a whore, i'm a slut,
i've been persecuted and executed,
by the ones i called 'friends',
for following my heart and seeking pleasure,
doing what felt right.

but i was wrong, very wrong,
to give in to your carnal desires,
is a terrible thing.
if it feels good, then it's certainly bad,
sex is thought about,
not talked about, and never experienced,

stay silent and watch,
squeezing your heart between your hands,
until it either pops into mincemeat,
or someone approaches,
selecting you, punching in your code,
shaking the machine a little,
to pry your flesh off
the curling hook

haven't you heard?

my skin is too tight,
forever reminding me
that i'm alive and stuck inside
this wad of ugly flesh,
which is why I puke out my soul,
black and full of blind stars,
waterfalls and shrapnel,
falling into the porcelain whirlpool,
where they used to shove my head
and my heart,
where it all drowned,
a million forevers ago.

i'm not surprised you haven't heard,
even if you're listening,
you won't hear me scream,
my voice strings have been cut,
like the veins along my arms,
my existence is muffled,
i'm screaming,
through a cellophane pillow,

but i don't need your help,
haven't you heard?
i'm past that now.