Hell

the girl with the machine gun
she winked at me
and i watched her body engulf
with flames
and the lack of screams
was blood curdling
but my pulse was at
ease
the charred flesh
reached my lips
she kissed me
sensually
as her wounds
oozed with particle-
dust
i squeezed to see
the puss
i sat in the ring
on a wooden chair
as rescue workers
tried to purify the putrid air
and my decapitated head
remains attached
and they can all hear me
laugh
my left eye swollen
and my right rolling
towards the organ
in my head
and as men in helmets
inched a little closer
sickened themselves
swallowing disgust
at the muscles i've craftily cut
and when they lay me
down
casket closed
not even my lover
would see this face
and my mother laid a
lily
and wished me peace
but i roar laughing
from my grave
because no one wished to
see me saved