through a forest of sharp teeth
grinning all hungry
straight at me
lip lickers them all
they tell their friends
'that bitch poet
down the road
she never told us anything
worth hearing'
'that bitch poet
had big tits
and one too many questions
we had to eat her up
and leave her wanting more'
this bitch poet
knows just what those Devils
are saying
their harsh whispers
carry on the stale night air
hush hush you fuckers
I hate the daylight
and curse the sun every morning
when those Devils
settle into their beds with their new lovers
this bitch poet
has opened her mouth
and let a crucible
of carrion
fall at their feet in the name of fun
this bitch poet
stayed up all night
lamenting big trucks
barreling down the alleyway
when the drugs had worn off
this bitch poet
this Wicked Witch of East Van
this worst kind of heaven
this ghost with green eyes
this mountain of a woman
she knows just how to cut
right under the ribs
straight in a shower of blood
and nightly dreams
of just the best way to kill them
this bitch
pulled the moon down for you
and choked you on it
rammed it down your throat
dancing to the gurgling
this bitch
is a tower to that dark Goddess
and hates you
you Devil you
with all her little black heart
and she hopes you die tonight
before that warrior sun
kills all her dreams
because this bitch poet down the road
just wants to go to bed
and forget any of this ever happened
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