phantom limb masturbation
black dahlia murder, the
when i first sought to flirt with fate
i'd lay next to the tracks with arms outstretched across the rails
daydreaming fantasizing of sparks and screeching brakes
the plumes of bright red gushing iridescent in the sun
one down three more to go
leave me writhing in the limbless throes
a clump of breathing flesh
now replete with nothing left
limb from limb oh what a treat
no more feeling incomplete nor encumbered by this lie
my prayer is for calamity
merciful blades to sever me
swims proudly in its tank
i wish to slake its hunger
i finally feel complete. i am now whole."