Secreting the Soul (2/5/1998)
Hell neverceasing
wounds never bleeding
locked my beating heart in a jar
next to the cow’s eyes
the pig’s brain
aren’t we all insane
sometimes laughing at our self-preservation
we can’t throw our souls away and hide
in a bottle of formaldehyde
Notes: I might have be insane when I wrote this. Or in Biology class.
danielle dreger 