Benefits Administration Meeting

The valve was non-existant.
Satisfaction is quite distant.
My broken cells crawl away from you.

The screams need to emanate,
but surely it will be too late
for any fucking blood to boil through.

I'll go away at Big Brother's choice
and try to remember my own voice.
The ripping wounds will reproduce on steel.

I'll touch the wretched, stinging heat.
The rubber will burn under my feet.
I'll shake my chords until they cannot feel.