Curdled
written by Missy

I've got so much anger
you wouldn't believe
the turmoil that lives inside
I could show it to you
but you'd probably want to die
like I want to die
like I die every day
and he kills me and leaves me
again and again
lying like trash on the ground
clothed in my blood and his semen
and it happens all over again
trapped in my head on "repeat"
looking at the moon
wishing I was there
and leaving the little girl in the garden
leaving her there forever
to die
and in her place is curdled hate
but I so wish it was she
I'd take her in my arms
give her glitter and faerie kisses
and we'd sit up all night for the sunrise
and dance joyously under the moon
and I reach for her so desperately
from this, my side of death
and I wonder if she's happy
if they're taking care of her
and if I can ever get her back


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