Pretty Girl Corpse

This is about puberty. This is about ripping your teeth out. This is about being in a body. This is about vomit and scabbing skin. This is about bleeding out. This is about being a dirty girl. This is about animals eating one another. This is about being a nursing mother. This is about being a tantruming child. This is about puking your love up all over your bed. This is about old, cracking brown blood stains. This is about cleaning up your own blood and then painting your lips with it. This is about finding God in your saliva. This is about you. This is a bible. This is a ritual. This is about softness and lust and insanity and  flaming red rage and other gross female traits. Rhis is a manifesto on all that is my womanhood: vulgar, violent, sick, sweet, flower scented, dirt tainted, perfection and absolute destruction, the hunter and the deer. This is about pulling out your insides and laying them on the floor in front of someone. This is those insides. I put my whole heart in here, I hope you like her.