a Fuel for my Fury.

 faceless

    trace.less

But I

remember their names now..

flash backs
from

the church house...

my legs
   force.fed

unleaded leading

a Fuel for my Fury..

fucking run away jury..

after a split second
of
how they'd wreck it

things get blury..

there was
no fog on the windows
while the
angels were

exposed
to the animals
dressed in
mountain boots

red.neck roots
rotted

by potted pleasures..

They knew she left me alone
down there
for hours and hours


and hours..

making a pretty grave
from my

decorative flower..







power to the pussy...