burning

I’m the most feminine beast you will ever meet
My writing is literally my heart beat
Keeps me from the land of the dead
Kinda like my dad Invented Fred 
If you know him then you know this 
The way I feel prickles on my fingertips 
Scary when a needle doesn’t do this 
So I sit on my porch at night 
And bleed through my locked lips
Therapy is soft and cuddly 
It’s so cute when the nice lady talks to me 
But a stranger she will always be 
Placing textbook and theories 
On an unnamed baby 
We all have monsters
In their pretty little cages 
Making ugly little faces 
We all need to free them
I let mine out atop the lines of these pages 

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