Twisting in a Hurricane of Darkness

Acid from a flapping tongue scars me
carving fuck you into my spinal cord;

as a bitch dances between the discs
tapping bones like xylophone chords,
the cartilage, stretched too thin, snaps
like that straw breaking a camel's back

all of the cracks echo blending with the
hyena giggles on a face I ache to smack
by ripping off her arm to pound the grin
into a plump purple bubble ~ then wack.