By ZoE
Date: 8 August 1999

This Dying Bride

we are thinking about peace
actually that's me
blending in with the trees in that ugly sweater
i am saying prayers under your breathe
i am talking to virgin mary
my mother sad 
and vile
eating my organs with her glassy teeth says he isn't "crazy" about me as if i
expect him to be
i am chainsmoking heretic bonded by savages
i feel her swimming in my pee
dying by my cross
i am living vicariously through her dying lung
i am her "almost" mother
she is my "almost" life in me
a fading ember in the night
a star without the light
eating my time while their buying my lies cheap
like a crackwhore on the street
slicing my veins
telling me what i'm scared to say
fucking my immaculate bride
reproducing through my theighs
coated in me
swimming in pee
this dying bride