Semi-automatic;
I, a weapon, click in the corner with Please and Thankyou.
Not here, not me with this marshmallow tongue,
Not sugarcoat-stifled, not mouth spilling over with soapy saccharine drool.
Let it go sticky-dry,
Catch flies,
Crystalize.
My lips, like a dam, to keep me un-damned (I am sure).
Behind which a torrent of pressure pressed swells,
To wait, to split this flesh, to flood;
Drowning PeaseThankyou
In water and blood;
Semi-automatic.








