unfold me and piece together every
puzzle, if you had the time
perform the brightest spiritualist rituals upon my wannabe soul,
if you would dare
open my lids and paint my pupils with every burden and wash the blooded white guns, if you could bare
exercise my libido and spare my arms
I wish for you to marry them, if you please
fight my sinister tongue
hang, draw and quarter me
save my kamikaze heart
if you the time, whit, guts and kind
then waste them on me
become tiresome
so I can live alongside you
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Bethany Louise Rose
2014/15
