Jeffree

Jeffree

the fear of going under has passed
as I get ripped open
and re-arranged
the following months were
filled with anesthetics
numbing the wound
having "a great time"
Losing myself in time
mind fucked psyche
altered
killing the pain

he rips off my band aid
with words of
definitions of
love
mocked into oblivion
on a funeral precession
through the streets of my
soul

I was put back together
wrong last time
and patched up
so I didn't know
but now I'm spewing
blood and chewing flesh

running to find
a place to bind
my scattered tears
years of nothing
gushing into the streets
meets my shoes
and passersby
cries let lose
to the world
unfurled as a monument
to my humanity
my insanity
my emotion
once again
set in motion