A Whore in Discontent

It was always over something stupid
but maybe it's because I never believed
in the idiocy of giving yourself up
to get the momentary thrill of feeling worth it

and us girls,
we're just whores to them
their waters
in which they pissed and shat
and splashed about
something to touch up and leave their
sticky white fingerprints everywhere

they're just dogs claiming territory
by crapping on what they claim as theirs

like a box of discarded toys,
or at least
that's what they make it out to be like
so what, they say
a finger here, a fuck there,
what's it matter then?

I wish I had the words to tell them
but that raw red lump of anger in my mouth
is just so goddamn hard to swallow
so I just sit by and watch
as they ravage my sisters

one

by

one

by

one.