Welcome to my graveyard
Please, take a seat
I’ll give you the ghastly tour
From hair to twitching feet.
Here I lay in the Witch’s chair
When they told me my body was wrong
They poked and pinched and prod me apart
And shredded up my gums.
Holding up the bloody saw
They said I needed work
“Just months,” they claimed
So I signed the scroll
By the eye of the skeletal clerk.
Here they screwed fourteen metal hooks
Into fourteen of my permanent teeth
“Poor child,” they said with
Laughing eyes, and I prayed
They’d come off in my sleep.
And here at the sink
You’ll find the remains
Of my pride and naïveté
Here I hacked up clots
Of blood and spit, and sneering,
They looked away.
They stretched my lips
Cursed my tongue
Left me wizened and dry
Said I had spaces between my teeth
Unseen to the naked eye.
Here with others, here I lie
We sold our souls for a smile
A couple of corpses
For a business of bones
It was here we died.