Locked Up

let me out
of this fucking
cage so
my fingernails
can dig beneath your
soft supple skin
and destroy your
i n n o c e n ce

you have the
  k e y

Gamble

rip these skins
    glued upon
    my pale,
paled  w r i s t s
    lined
    with trains of
    dried-up
    closed self-
inflicted  w o u n d s
    and smother
    me in air of
pretty  p h r a s e s
     that depict
     life and
t r a g e d y