The bag opens
Bye bye kitty she says
Tying off her arm
With the telephone cord
My hand goes purple
You have terrible veins
That was the plan
It was meant to be foolproof
Immaculate
Perfect
I tap the empty pen barrel
Looking for words
Lame
Useless
Dead
Let's cure the elements
Dissect dolly
Lament
I
Meant
Too
Like I meant to be harrowed
We're like cockroaches she says
Crunching
Delicious ones
Coated in chocolate and cream
Pain is quick
I am an ache
I stay for ever and ever
No one knows Alice
What it's really like down here
Why should they
This is our world
Not theirs
She sits on the counter
Swings her feet
She’s not wearing shoes
That means we are staying in
Colour only counts
When it resides in your soul
She says
Lucid
It hardly counts when it brushes paper
We bend truth like spoons
Warm as treacle
Thick as porridge
Why do you turn everything into food
I just do
Silly
It fills a hole
The skin is broken
Bleeding
It is really no surprise that we need chemicals to feel
Shut down
Cut out
Ring ring
Dead phone
The bag opens
Bye bye kitty she says
Tying off her arm
With the telephone cord.
