Suicide Mama

Suicide Mama
Not my superhero
No Scarlett Witch or Wonder Woman
A villain in my Marvel comic
With razorblades that sing
Harshly out of tune
And red hot stove coils that burn
Like the teeth of venomous snakes

Suicide Mama
Drives a monster truck
What she wants is an eighteen wheeler
Suicide Mobile for Suicide Mama
SM, S&M, fists, words, whips, chains
There’s something insane about the way
She eyes the kitchen utensils drawer

Suicide Mama
I’m her failure, F average in life
Her fallen star
Her rejected fetus
Santa Claus brought abortion brochures
The Easter Bunny brings poisoned hollow eggs

Chaotic fear holds me here
Here with my Suicide Mama