Outside Hide

My eyes move from
Side-to-side inside my outside hide
Poke at a cooked brain
It never belonged to me anyway

Red pressed
Floor prints
Maybe once I had a nice core until I got stupider
Coughed up
Red lips
Maybe once I had a nice core until I got cleverer

There's some little guy
Screaming big holes in my head
In my womb sheets
Like a sick foetus I howl



Credits
Writer(s): Nicole Benaud
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