By Elizabeth Harper

The world is a fucking torture chamber,
endless videos of schlock horror porn,
or, actually, it's more subtle than that,
endless cubicles of particleboard,
computer screens, perfunctory greetings.
I see people and I want to sodomize, rape them,
kill them in their sleep, or wake them up,
just to see the surprise and terror on their stupid faces
and to puncture their flesh to see the contortions of pain.

You think you want to know me?
You don't have the guts,
because I'd disembowel you
as soon as look at you
or have you look at me.

Fuck you. Fuck this whole system.
Fuck everything and everyone
you're supposed to be.
I shit on everything and then
finger-paint with the feces.