Analysis of W.A.Y.

Every inch is bruised / A bruise on every inch
Hands on tile on hands on face
Arms held bitter boarded over stomach
Swollen too much to be healthy
Kill the rabbit / Stuck to my throat
Kill the rabbit / Dripping down my chest
Kill the rabbit / Mouths on wounds on carpet
Ballpoint pens remastered with blood and runoff
Writing manuscripts through my ribcage
In and in and in / Ink pushed into the unlit
It’s swollen too much to be healthy
Too close to my thighs (that’s where
I keep my heart) too close to my heart
(that’s where I kill the rabbit)
Gore on hands on hands on body
Body on blanket on death’s door
Pull it over your head / Kill the rabbit