Coffin Case

She said “You’re a coffin case.”
Bats in the brain
You got blood pooling in your eyes
Your jaw is less than hanging by a thread
It’s dangling from your earlobe
You should be buried with the beasts below
I’m a creature feature
Running fingers between my bloody thighs
Sliding a butcher knife into that soft beer belly tonight
Howling at the moon, I’m coming after you
In this black bride dress
Send electric shock waves through my skin
I’ll live again!
Then its run from the zombie bitch
She smells your flesh and can’t scratch that itch
Lick your eyelids as she gnaws the skull away
Girl can’t get her fix fast enough
Can’t eat your insides out like you used to eat her out, quick enough
She’ll feast on your liver my dear
Cute little cannibal always showing you up
Sweet little princess always hacking you up
Cleaver to the beaver she goes both ways too
Take a girl apart in one good whack
But who wouldnt let that cupcake take their titties off with a clean bonesaw?
So in the graveyard lets all play wake the dead
Raise your hands and your severed heads
Bite your neighbor rape your brother kill your father
We’re all in on it together
Insanity is our unity and we are one for all!

By Emily Smith-Miller

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