Saturday, 20 June 2015

Camp Juarez

Camp Juarez

Sitting on my own cell block
my knees are beginning to tremble
this is not what was promised to me
I wanted a vacation, not internally bleeding

there's sun alright
and it burns a hole in my skin
every fifteen minutes
from a hole in the roof

I'm tied up to a wooden chair
what the fuck.
how did this happen?
the question asks itself

bloody and bruising, the asshole walks in.

"well, little boy, little girl, what you see is what you get
you all hungered for me and now you get your dessert
what should I do to you, slide it in and make you burn
or, throw you to the wolves and let them make blood into fur"

this evil man is a bad guy of sorts
he looks like a jail toilet
grooming his hair and teeth
while I think about how to get free

"we have a surrrrprise for you, my little castaway,
I'll take you to your parents' house and turn you into tuna
there's nowhere to run and the splinters will split your veins shut
I can make a fiddle out of you, my little boy, my little blue"

his teeth were venomous and he picked at the with a knife
he cut his lip twice and licked up the blood
how long have I been here?
what world am I in?

"now I know what you're thinking,
should you grasp a vermin's fate?
will you listen to me briefly
I'll let the dormouse feast while you decay"

he cut me loose, the bad guy
then he took the blade from his teeth
he stabbed me in the stomach
the blood ran deep

"such a shame, you try to leave
this party hath not begun
for when it is over
God will no longer have a son"

I spit in his face and he licks it up with his tongue
he spat it back in my face
drenching me in the glob
I found a way out of this chair, the rope begins to loosen

"should I cut your face off and wear it like a mirror?
could I kiss you with blood til it wears through your skin?
oh decisions, decisions
don't quote me, my dear"

I broke the chair and hit him twice
he had no weapon in his hand
I ran for the door and just ran some more
and now I'm safe and sound

"my thing has left me guard less
I can give myself to the boss
he will punish me so severely
I may enjoy it if I want"


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