Scapegoat

I want to sink my teeth into

For every cheek familiar with the back of a hand

For each ripped strand of cardiac muscle

I will carve the names of their tears in your flesh

I will draw blinding drops from your tear ducts

For every glance under which she shifted in discomfort

I will tattoo her limp body on your eyelids

So that her suffering is your lullaby

I will grind your teeth into powder

So you know what it's like to be reduced to mouth and tongue

I will adhere your hands to the stovetop

Where you brewed your poisons for her mind

And at the end of it all I will not apologize

For I am insanity incarnate and I will sacrifice you

Om the altar of every smile stolen from a little girl

Who just wanted to have wings and wear a crown of leaves

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