These plastic dolls I have,
have their hearts cut out
in the shape of batteries.
Their faces are smeared in
blood and sugar.
I bleed on my sheets and
rape myself in my Sunday dress
laced pink, black, and white.
I'll fuck you if you fuck me
to the sweetest melody
of a metal music box.
I'll suck you off with the
taste of latex and candy in my mouth.
I love the horrible things you do to me.
I love Jack Off Jill.
And you're poems are great. Good imagery.
pretty damn good. pretty damn good.