child's prayer

im eating my feet and i'm feeling i was from another womb or something much narrow than garage stripped suffering.
undressing - i said "i wont treat you mean"

not until you place your bet on my kill.
a fame for two girls - the other one is vague, belching.
stoned and confused.
i made my word. i want your virginal whim, please pull heaven apart my chest
and plan a murder for my deathwish and sexuality. it's there. can you see my question answer your totality in a single quotation? marked by the letter's C-U-N-T below the tag "jesus" and my mother is babylon without hair. so i fall prey, and pray to come outside.
this is one sweet summernight for fugitives.