The Lawman Convulses!

Rehearsing the dance with coins on my eyes
A blackened tumor is growing in size
Your whole hand fits around my wrist
Confine me to the room you and I both sit

Tether me down and I'll laugh like the dog
That is leashed to your merciful monologue
Seventh stage of grief and a shitty high
Leaves rug burn on the back of my thighs

I'll draw myself with nail through hand
Merciful mother where do you stand
She walks a line between disgust and pity
But despite his demands she will still sit pretty

Hide in his closet
Grab the photos and run
Punching holes in the wall is part of his fun
Take a deep breath through trembling teeth
Collect your disgust and let anger seethe

The woman in the snuff film is weeping
His laughter is a punch to the gut
Out of his reach she is breathing
In her absence he will deeply cut

The woman in the snuff film is weeping
His laughter is a punch to the gut
Out of his reach she is breathing
In her absence he will deeply cut

You are nothing to me



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Writer(s): Brenna Sastram
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