Written in 1999
Scream.
Wanna tear it up.
You bore me.
I’d like to throw my Aquafina
at you.
Bloated. I am a bitchy sow.
I want to yell and cry.
I would like to rip my
own stomach
out and let
the blood
drip
down…
And jump up and down
on it,
then maybe the water,
the cramping,
my anger
WOULD CEASE!!!
