I Am The Space Between My Thighs,

I See It In The Hallway. It Goes To Merryweather. It Is Walking With Aubrey Cheerleader. It Is My Nightmare And I Can't Wake Up.it Sees Me. It Smiles And Winks. Good Thing My Lips Are Stitched Together Or I'd Throw Up.

I Stuff My Mouth With Old Fabric And Scream Until There Are No Sounds Left Under My Skin.

I Reach For Funny Books All The Time To Help Me Get Through Life.

If I Ever Form A Clan, We'll Be The Anti-cheerleaders And Walk Under The Bleacher Forming Mild Acts Of Mayhem.

I Cry To Let Everything Out