this can hardly count for anything.
sliding down the throats of other people's
controlling bodies, words flying by me
as I scream and tear the soft flesh
from muscular necks and struggle
as wind pulls me farther and farther down to depths
of acid before being vomited back up
and splayed out in the grass to be blinded and burned
to a crisp by the glaring sun.
blinking with streaming eyes I cough
retch and rebound,
letting snakes slither from my lips
as I whisper, hoarse with hatred,
the fact that they all suck and lies are putrid enough
to make me want to die.

It's all their fucking fault.