bedside
I want to pull it out of you
the parts inside that make you sick
the ever-ache that makes you sick
the part of you that makes you sick
and I know it will be messy
but I want it all out
every piece, in a slender string
I am certain, in taking the corner
it will come to me a ribbon,
a folding coil… be gone
I want it all out
the part of you that makes you sick
but it is your body
with its teeth turned inside
out! The parts of you that are crooked
and strange, the parts that would harm
I’d pull them out with my cleanest hands
and heal you whole
and heal your soul.
—ECW