following the white rabbit, part two

do I follow the white rabbit past your spinning arms the hypnotic twist of your wires and blinding burn of your blades they cut out her clitoris, his penis bled till the eyes fell out of their head then placed back, for the torture lasts longer than you can hold your breath come up for […]

Falling Short

Sweat on my back attracts Biting bugs, lying amongst the thistles They sense I’m alive? Somebody knows something I don’t Or didn’t Cutting only bleeds you of temporary pain But there’s nothing to ease The immortal struggle Of being seen and yet unseen Loved yet wholly misunderstood Shouldn’t they know who I am? Should I? […]