Shrill laugh of a cat, or maybe it's a chatter
ringing around my ears, or maybe it's my throat
when rightful amount of agony is ripe, please show your worst sober, tears pouring down your tongue
lend me your ribs, cage me inside
so I can straighten up my intestine, cough out once or twice politely, bow like a proper trespasser, and charge at your hymen
wait
white
white fireworks are thrown away away from their freinds and foes screamimg on top of their lungs howling at the empty blanket
soft but firm
are you determined to never let me free
say hello to thy quilt? or isn't it my cute little blankie
hug me unnecessarily