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Whiskey, Words, and a Shovel I
by r.h. Sin
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you stagger through the graveyard
a spade in one hand
a bottle of whiskey in the other
you dig
unearthing the traumatized corpses of every girl
who couldn’t love you
who wouldn’t fuck you
who wouldn’t want to be your muse?
who couldn’t want their pain to be your inspiration?
you drag them to the cemetery gates
a spade in one hand
a rope in the other
you tie
all those women to the fence
now everyone will see
now everyone will know
how much more important your suffering was
what genius! what art!
their vacant eyes stare.
their tongues, stilled, do not speak.
(Seriously, though, this book is a bunch of gross, misogynist trash and I hated it.)
you stagger through the graveyard
a spade in one hand
a bottle of whiskey in the other
you dig
unearthing the traumatized corpses of every girl
who couldn’t love you
who wouldn’t fuck you
who wouldn’t want to be your muse?
who couldn’t want their pain to be your inspiration?
you drag them to the cemetery gates
a spade in one hand
a rope in the other
you tie
all those women to the fence
now everyone will see
now everyone will know
how much more important your suffering was
what genius! what art!
their vacant eyes stare.
their tongues, stilled, do not speak.
(Seriously, though, this book is a bunch of gross, misogynist trash and I hated it.)