he comes often, bores me and collects
my wrist cuts-
oh he cuts, he cuts, HE CUTS
Promises me I’m in the black book, he checks,
ha! Yes! Top ten mind-fuckable sluts! Cold cuts;
licks his knife and hands me his double tongue
I say, ‘Oh baby, JUST BREATHE’
as I rip out his dreamy lung. Can’t gaslight
a FiRestARTeR, dragon up my sleeve
Now he can’t wake up ‘cause my flames
will never leave
until he’s ready to upgrade
to my dReAm.
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Casey Renee Kiser is a punk poet who knows how to deliver the horrors of the mundane machine, churning out the emotions that lurk beneath the surface within complicated relationships, most of all, self.
Casey Renee Kiser is a punk poet who knows how to deliver the horrors of the mundane machine, churning out the emotions that lurk beneath the surface within complicated relationships, most of all, self.