When I died, I could feel the hand of God pressing down on the crown of my head My head yielded under his palm So I let myself sink into the floor Knee-deep in stained carpet I pulled myself out, dripping with crumbs Only to become absorbed by Maggie’s couch
When I died, I was mumbling I planted my feet and prepared for the coming purge So I was purged, clean of mind but not body Pink vomit in my hair I don’t even feel my muscles clench but I know they do Because my hair is in the bin So I can empty all the shit in my mind Right into our $60 Bed, Bath and Beyond garbage
When I died, I couldn’t walk I couldn’t crawl but if I was real still The carpet carried me to the throne Piss and moan Pink glitter in the tub
When I died, I drowned in 4 inches of water My breath stopped, sucked down into the drain While my body floated up Cold and shivery and I want a beanie for my head A crown for a queen A mean look for a scene bitch











