The thing inside it hurts it aches a mass of hungry bones shattering all over itself

it grows and breaks, a cycle, scar tissue, fluttering hole of love and viscera

nothing to save, too late, the meat growing and bubbling blood of grossness

She wonders if it was what the boy wanted her to see,

or the prying of her perverted desire was her own fault.

the womb is the world

full of eggs

blood cursed by God

shells shattered

An hare's carcass getting eaten,

the only hope

And I'll play forever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever

and ever and ever and ever and ever