Pussy
I hate that word.
Nighttime came
I took my narcotics
I'd save them all day and
Take them at night
When it was time to sleep
So I'd zone out and not be awake
I put on my slip and pantihose
Bring my cup of milk and watch
Cockroaches float in it
I wanted to vomit
I'd turn on the fan
Get into your bed
A dirty old mattress
With a wooden spindle
Headboard
You wanted sex
No I don't want to
You pulled off my nylons
Took my sewing scissors
Made me spread my legs
I felt sleepy, so sleepy I wish I'd
Fall asleep
I felt you handcuff my wrists to
Your headboard
I saw you pick up the sharp
Scissors
Grab my vaginal lip
And cut, cut, cut
The pain was sharp and burning
I was slipping away
Hoping for death
You kept cutting me
I closed my eyes
And tried not to cry
My being torn away
My womanhood
Part of my body
Flushed down the toilet
Then like fire you humping
Wanting sex
This is not love
No longer desperate
Now only despair
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