poof, and it's gone .

i was looking for something to spray red.
more specifically- had to be white .
preferably .. thin, layered .
it would look like a light wound, soaking up the blood .
hopefuls .

or else, like period gone awry .
smears and stains, humiliation, oh my .
it pained us all, it pained us all.

i looked and i looked, couldn't find
any fucking white .
no . fucking . whites .

i don't even have any fucking white underwear anymore, it seems .
and you wonder where your childhood went .

i continued by putting on a sheer black shirt,
but as usual the fat blocked my view .
so oddly shaped;
as usual, i wouldn't wanna say i, so much easier to say 'we'.
never alone, never alone .
oh fucking well .
the camera captured my tragedy .

i wanted to have something to half burn up,
something to stain stain stain .
but i had no more whites,
and my clothes already mouth ciggies,
grinning .

grin grin, reminiscing .
on the sin sin .

/i am mary's pulsating vagina;
blood, blood, fucking flood .