I take bullets by mouth.

White and round and oblong and square

Poison.

You want me sterile

Until you decide

What to plant inside me.

I’m just a woman

With hips and lips

And the balls to decide

What to put into my mouth.

Washing down the small white dose is

My ritual cleansing of

Psychopathy and

Your possessive expectations.

And then I breathe

Pure thoughts

Released by these

small bullets of freedom.







LROSE