Bubblegum from Opiri by gHyp:See & The Wichts

I’ll pluck out your eyes
and make a pie
cross-stitch in your thighs
with blood-soaked thread
I’ll rip it out and climb inside.
Tiny ions of death
will make their nest
under your flesh
while you obsess on my unhappiness.
With tears of blood,
I mourn the souls
of those who love
the human being that I once was.
A cackle, a laugh
Don’t dare to look back
He-he-he-he-ha-ha-ha-haaack
off the heads of the pure, just for fun.
I’ll slit the wrists of everyone I ever loved and
chain them together by their veins and
tether their tendons to a tender hearted lass
just born
I will render her soft skull a soccer ball for the undone.
And if you think I’m ill,
well my dear, just wait
until
you’ve had your turn at falling in love.

What will become of these feelings inside?
They will rot and fester in your corpse you will die alone:
under the floor is where I will store your bones.

You can try to haunt me inside but
the beast disguised as me
is not what you think you see
never again will I be
potentially,
human.
(I don’t even know what that means!)

It feels so long ago now
that I once knew how to feel
I knew how to show you what I thought
was real I opened my ribcage
like a cracked Thanksgiving turkey
And you shoved your hand up
inside my warm crevice
giving thanks for your undeserving
reaching for my most delicate organs
You said that you would protect me and care for me
with all those words that you gave me
but instead
You took what you could and
you threw me into a pot of boiling water.

You made soup out of me and
fed it to everyone on your Facebook feed
they were so hungry for
the bloody red meat of me
they ate me up like insanity
I was a victim to your vanity
I sat in front of my vanity
plucking the hairs out
from in between my thighs
because I wanted you to go down
and climb inside
But I was just a child.

I was just a child:
an unpicked fruit in the garden of Eden
you saw me and you thought
I was ripe for the eating
you looked for the knowledge of my innocence
but you were in a sense so evil
you couldn’t get it anyways.
But you still ate
And you ate
And you ate
And you ate
licking my bones clean
like a graveyard mutt
mangey and crawling with fleas
you ran around while I
crawled on my knees
I was digging for something
crying Lord please,
Help me.
But all I found was worms,
maggots, and lice
as my fingernails began to bleed
I felt so unclean.
And the blood it dripped
down from my veins
I was draining like a cadaver
in some kind of laboratory
they were draining me for
some kind of scientific experimentation they
needed information on the infestation
that you had left inside of me.
It was a disease never before seen
They didn’t even have a name for it.
I call it greed.

My only crime was believing in my need for you
hungry for the flesh off your bones.
You taught me to bleed.

• Experimental
• Horrorpunk
• fromage
• horror jazz
• postapocalyptic
• uneasy listening
• New Brunswick