in honor of valentine’s day, here’s a poem:

Angry Lady:

Bathed in blood my crevices and curves

We meet again my old friend

If I wasn’t so preoccupied with death

You would have been hit with the same old slurs

In the month of love nevertheless

You probably sensed my growing stress

Like the opportunist you are,

you took the chance to harp on my feminine scars

Come to remind me that I am an angry lady

Spilling blood just comes to me naturally

I don’t have to steal the souls from babies

I own a million of them already