You were a cute little girl
thank you
that wasn't a compliment,
i said you were...
oh.
cynically intelligent, but sometimes
foolish in the presence of
him; his aura chokes
on my videotape
my videotape
the air, shiver cold
bites into my calves and
night black hairs sprout
like pins and needles,
this is why i'm saying
goodbye
i can't find my videotape
my videotape
and i can't do this
face to face
shouldn't be afraid
as he binds me in rubber bands
and that's it
when my mouth is held by
spidery fingerwebs
and i'm gasping for oxygen that
won't escape
arriving at the pearly gates
all this on my videotape
my videotape
