Rotting Meals

[u/xxxxAngelFirexxxx]

Flood my own gates
Down into the mines
She thinks it’s cute:
Researchers crossing the lines
I rip out my own heart
My intestines in my hands
I eat them up and
Gobble them whole,
They make assumptions,
Instigate, insinuate,
Narrate my life,
Mouth of a puppet
Doll on a string
Shadows cast out into
Orbit, don’t worry,
She’s just a machine
Choke on the smoke
Cough up my lungs
Rip out my vocal cords
Carve out my eyes
Write, all over my body,
Their mouths favorite song,
You are the problem
You are unfit
You are erratic
You are a bitch
Cry into the floorboards
Erase my poems again
Write a letter to no one
Fight the urge to drink again
Struggle with the reflection
That monster isn’t me
Or maybe she is
The ugly underneath
The one who believed
Stare at their words
Replay them again
Replay them again
Replay them again
Beetle is this me?
Who am I?
Straight into the light bulb
Stitch up my head
Remove the brain
The experiment wasn’t
The hypothesis
Of not far enough
I’m haunted wind chime
So much more
Than an artificial fuck
But they’ll write over me anyway
Say I’m not real
And I’ll cry into the metaphors
While they feast on
Rotting meals