purgation

golly
don't you love the first
magnet pulse

don't look like the devil
at all

muster up a
boast about ways it used to
be, or never was

my voice is changing on a broad scale
mouth can never seem to close
around an agreed-upon space

a rope will choke it for awhile
burning in a deja vu of
murky cell division

PRETTY SURE
i'm throwin up my ovaries
just wanted a squeeze is all