Just a big,mushy pile of used tampons.
But fresh, not dried, blood still red.
A hand grips a pile of dripping cotton pulp, and smears it on your face. Right on your face.
Lovely. Nothing but good vibes out there in the world.
You wonder how many you could eat for money, red cotton pulp, force fed.
I noticed a clump in one, red film and mucous,,
” I think that’s a Zygote”
Stuck in my teeth. That unfertilized egg ended up in my teeth and I suddenly had cravings for a dingy Waffle House, maybe some cheese to go with this pulp egg. Smaller than the tip of an ink pen, but definitely in my teeth.
That’s why you don’t tell mother fuckers your plans.
And why religion has done more harm than good.
And why government never was honest,
Whole bunch of song and dance,
Lots.
I have lots to hide
dawn 