TROUBLE EVERY DAY

Woke up hungry again

& mad about it

When will the universe stop

Its cycle of abuse

I know that’s not what we call it

We call it living

With my foot firmly on

Your mouth, you are

Terrified, but also aroused.

OPHELIA

The algorithm tells me

To find an alternate source of joy.

It is exhausting

To always have to hold yourself.

More than the money,

I want a songbird; a

Jaw which I can shatter

Like glass with a hammer.

A way to

Make it painful, so it’s bearable.

DAMSEL

Once you are face to face

With the accountant

Of your suffering

It will surprise you how easy it is

How when it’s over

You will emerge

From a verdant pasture

In the glow of your own blood

The final girl, at last.