Olivia O.
Fetch

I like the taste of flesh
There is nothing like it
Someone needs to teach these boys some manners
Before I hang them up by their spines

I pull on my hangnails
Until they come undone
Until my fingers unravel
Until I see some bone

I haven't been fetching[?] quite a while
I forgotten what it's missing
It's like I'm back to being a child

I keep choking on that smoke you blow in my face
You never learn how to treat someone right
Why am I still with you in this place
In this place
In this place
In this place
In this place
In this place
In this place

I like the taste of flesh
There is nothing like it
Someone needs to teach these boys some manners
Before I hang them up by their spines
Stand up straight
Stand up straight
Stand up straighter
Stand up straighter