Sunday, January 12, 2014

traces of Death Camp
held in nomenclature.

they shocked us with sticks
and you didn't take their ever loving fucking pills
so they consigned you to the Radiation Department

and after, all you gave me was a white feather

that said with love

"You are Beautiful, I Love You."

Like they'll ever understand period

All I wanted
was to be your housewife

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