oxycodone These marks donning my collarbone Reminding me of the years between us Give myself to maybe feel alive Let myself dive deeper into predation enclosures I’m not even of age in order for my word My word that meant nothing against your numbers When your voice cuts like glass against my thin neck And my parents are trying their best to keep my virginity So look at me in the bathtub And ask what I’ve done Put me in your arms just to carry me back to bed All the nightmarish encounters that you left me to uncover I’ve been dead before and I’ll die all again Take the monitors out of the wall and breathe the oxygen They ask what I think precipitated the prolapse of events And God, give me the strength to tell them all the law But you take me down to the nursery You know better than me Putting me into your extremist pews All the nice words you brushed against my cheek while I cried These men, they know what Could even potentially fix me And all my prayers refuse to work against his hands And the scars they’re preparing to create And they long to bury me And forget me forever Putting me in the background of their last supper All the blood and crucifixion, that they claim they repented for Repented me