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How to Save Me

to be saved, someone who needs saving. rescue from imminent destruction. self inflicted or otherwise. the hollow point with your name on it. jazz bar late at night. save me from the rape, save me from the taste, from the incorrigible masses of flesh aching to steal something that isn’t theirs. sway, center stage against the crowd, let them pass you around. cigarette still lit burning in the night air. tie off. descent into inferno. can you fit the bill? does that rope hold us both? or do you have a god complex, even if god looks at you and denies he exists. didn’t you taunt me enough with your medical kit. playing doctor in panties and strip search examinations. will your toys resuscitate that black heart, those tar lungs, this tangled love tongue licking down your thigh. do you still want to be my hero? if it means i forsake the lap dance in my garters and fishnet bra, you want it, you want it, you want me. no ones a saint like that. the sinners are so much more fun. bathtub beauty bade a blade for a holy duty. tap running over with boiled blood. did the tile stain pink? but you found me on the side street. i needed homilies, and rosaries. you sang me something pretty while i left my soul in the diligent dumpster, where else was i going to throw away trash. stage coach flow. we’re out of good deeds. only outlaws. only six shoot my plastic cased heart, laminated to let you know it’s official. there were choices. you could have made the hard one. but oh the way i move. oh the way i show you all peep porno. freak in a plaster mask, dancing on your dick. have you saved me yet? sucked the poison out, put me in patent leather Mary Jane’s and sunday school dress, take the scars away. bake you an apple pie. we are being saved for another hell. hero, your aluminum sword is bent at the dragons of east LA, your stomach is turning while they’re breathing  voodoo. handcuffed to a radiator, they’ll find you like they found the one before. broken and in need of a savior.

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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