I swear

Tiny rabid wolf in my stomach howls
Louder than Allen Ginsberg stuck in an elevator
Sweating harder than a pedophile on an escalator
Descending slowly into hell
Dante had to exit through the gift shop
It's a little known fact
Like the fact that I can quasi-speak Spanish
Or that I am allergic to penicillin
Orange juice makes me vomit and I am
Allergic to the fine line between truth and lies
My father lied by omission
Like ravens lying, crying by omens
No lime trees bloomed when I was seventeen - thank God
I couldn't make monsters with you and I couldn't
Eat anything but drinking
For years, four years, four score and fingers and legs crossed for high scores
Dropped out like the turbulent sixties

The world is my pharmacy and
There's no need to talk when we have medicine
And my mouth tastes like rotting celery
And its not a pretty picture but realism isn't all flowers
And cotton candy,
Carnival rides and smoke and mirrors have made up my bones
And clown fake red joker paint has covered my body
Silly how we all think that blankets will keep
Us safe from murders and I keep my room messy
In case anyone tries to kill me
He will trip over just one size six expensive platform stiletto
And his knife will never reach me

Yes I assume this killer in question
To be male
Because girls kill me every day
I wrote a poem at the bus stop
For this girl whose looks just wouldn't quit
She was black and white striped under the shade of a tree
But in my head, she was stripped
Her wrists were tinier even than my schizophrenic heart
She was thinner than a piece of paper
I swear