Miranda Whall

This is your place

Full of insects

Their shit under my skin itches like hell

Even on my bones

More than one fucker

Will take me

First my throat then my eyes

And my heart

I am new blood

All the vultures

Are waiting to clean

My sad flesh up

Even my tough flesh

And its stringy pieces

Have a nicer taste than you

And your filthy eyes

You are stupid

You are a twat

Life doesn’t know who you are

Or why you are crying

You can’t hide

From this rasping sun

Have you wondered why lizards don’t run from you

And why you don’t make anybody laugh

My bowels don’t move

I choose to dump on you

The flies like shit

They don’t want to touch you

You tire everything

You bore the afternoon

You sadden the joyful morning

You are graceless

I detest you

I have no interest in you

I intensely hate you

Everyone does

If I leave

My hate will follow you

You will slowly dim in its shade

And no one will save you

With a breath

I could flatten you

Its stench leaves you gasping

And it kills you

Your quivering body

Will not be remembered

No language will name you

You will not be able to wake up

Silence keeps quiet

Mistakes laugh

Nobody has ever mistaken you as its mother

Children smile

You wait awake

To see your colour

So what if you never see the sun

And you are never warm

There’s no grudge held

There’s no pain

Not even the indifference

Swims around you

I can hate you

With no passion

You must leave as soon as possible

So I forget you

Stop clinging on

Go, fuck off

My eye lids won’t bat

I want to lose you

No one will nibble you

You are tasteless

Death won’t want to look for you

And you won’t be warm

So go away right now

Before yesterday

Don’t come back even as a footnote

Your destiny is to fall down

You are a scab

Worst than a mosquito

Riding on the back of a dying man

You are very disgusting

Don’t dare

To show your face

And at the end of a child’s game

Not even your back

No hat

Was ever yours

You never had cause to wear one

Don’t pretend you have one

You won’t make friends

Not even in death

A sheep’s skull won’t be your home

That’s your fate

Don’t disturb

The shadows

And don’t sit down

On the path of a breath

That’s it

You must leave

Let the darkness be your boss

But don’t dare to die