Alexander Michael Ziperovich
i light my eyes on fire after the completion of this
this soul i vomit out splattered onto this page
chunks of hate; love; loathing; desire; regret; pain,
so many carrots, peas undigested
a disgusting rectitude but colorful
the family of blasphemy
and all the world remains indifferent
and all the world remains indifferent to this tragedy
like an illegal mexican immigrant packaging rasberries
as prostate cancer remains indifferent to cranberries
the entire mess displayed like a picasso painting
whilst auntie 2, 3, & 4 do their best to console us,
non-sequiturs about her mother not being consistently complicit
in the love of my life’s tainting? bathtub screaming pedophiliac raping
as if it was a fucked up painting instead of a shattering of a beautiful girl
and the razors inside her were not making loud sounds scraping away her soul,
her soul being sold; sold for nothing, just taken
RAGE AWAKENS
little girls thrown into slavery
little girls turn into women with infected wounds,
and a life that impatiently needs replacing
or a life they give up to be taken by satan or death
THIS. this, you unfit m0th3r, is your disgusting
complacence, your skull vacant leaving good filled with hatred,
i love this girl you brought into this world only so you could ensure she’d be raped,
raped and forsaken
as you lay dying a ragged old tuberculosis tumor fake caring
amazing at tearing organism in some lonely hospice/orphanage,
perhaps then, just maybe all alone in that pit on your way to the next,
will you know what it feels like to be prey; swearing to yourself everyday
that what you did was not the same as laughing and setting traps,
setting traps for your daughter to fall into until her spiritual, emotional, physical
neck snapped and she collapsed because of something you might refer to as a
“momentary lapse” in judgement but we all know the facts
i hope your tears are of the same blood that came from your child
as you let old men, as you heard and watched and gleefully allowed her to be
F U C K E D
