ultraviolenceA Poem by queenbeei'm not alex.
my body hurts but i'm not in pain.
there's guns on tv and guns in my brain. maybe you'll finally see god when you look at my cold corpse. but i think you'll just be disappointed again. i should care more about the bombs and i guess i will when they kill my houseplants but until then let's go down to the mall and walk around and still be nothing. i'm half dead hiding in movie theater bathroom stalls. so go ahead and bury me in my mother's womb (mother's tomb). i put on makeup alone in my room hoping for you to want to see me but you never call. bathe my bones and watch me fall. there's worse things going on in foreign sand but i'm still picking at the cut on my right hand. i'm so bored i might bruise you and tap dance around your suffering.
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