Get Off (My Ass)

I didn’t kill the fucking rabbit
I didn’t kill my daughter
Blue Bus passenger
backseat
when we hit the speed bump
Easter Eggs spattered
like a cum stain on a
one night stand
wipe your eyes
spit or swallow
a thousand sons
daughters
kin and grandkids
dying on your
hypocritical lips
it was not my control
to wield or relinquish
the razor blade gulp
caught me unawares
too
leaving me in the same cloud
of dust and exhaust
blind dazed
by its glory and finality
broken limbed and bleeding
entrails draped over your judgement
and the ropes binding me to your stake

© M. Chadwick

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