4/30 Phishing
“Because I felt wronged
you will hear me today”
We will curdle these ghosts in our own chaos
You’ll let me tell you how
You had no right to...
And you will say my mouth
is only good to fertilize pain
and I will fell wronged more
and you will feel angst
and like you’ve siphoned Jesus from my veins
I will be rampart and catapult tongue
across the religion I covet
and I will hurdle boulders at your character
We will stew
You will say I’ve lost my mind
and I will climb inside your insecurities
to find where all your crazy sleeps at night
and we will depart
A thesaurus of mental health bread crumbs to follow back to the argument tomorrow
Meanwhile....
She postmarks random obituaries “Return to sender”
With a mix papyrus and gunpowder
she’ll have laced the edge of the fold with vendetta
Will ask these users to count how many likes
lick the butts of bullet wounds
She’ll feel the equation leak from their bodies
until all her wronged lay beside her
in a pool of self inflicted
We will both wake
and welcome the day still scarred
Will troll her on youtube to find her break points
We will gallantly call her crazy
condemning without asking
Ready to confess to any who will listen
that we know mental health as well as we know each others psychology
and we will be satisfied
in all our unfiltered emotion well being
