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The mannequin.

from Hailstorm & Maelstrom by Coin locker kid

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Like envy, you fill me up
"Unbend me when you spill the cup,"
Said my legs to your prickly eyes
Dead babies on my sticky thighs
Cry out for the egg that was
Nailed down to a steak in my water-cooler
Just because the body's fantastic
And my skeleton is elastic
I open the window
With these gooey ghosts in tow
Leaning further out the frame until
My clit's pressed up against the windowsill
I wanna kick my heels up and
Prey to the dead birds
Perched on the shoulders of every highway

Like an ash tree grows
In a hashtag world
My daddy knows that
I am still his little girl
I'm painting my toenails
He's pulling my pigtails
Ow
Ow
Ow
(in a shotgun shack.)
And his great big hands have ten fingers
That each fell in love with my throat
And it loves them too
And my pores have tongues and they taste like glue
They disappear into the shadows 'cos his hands are black

Lying in the road
The wrong way

Rise from the bottom of the heart

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from Hailstorm & Maelstrom, released March 3, 2015

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