the night walk to the slaughterhouse

I walked down elegant avenues
late at night, with heart beats beating
in the sole of my feet as
I crushed the heart a little more, each step further
each time the rubber hit the tarmac
and the tarmac hit back the rubber

I went out to sway
a graceless sway for wasted minds
I leant to play the game of wasted minds
down elegant avenues,
throwing cigarettes out by the dozen
leaving a trail, for the morning to come

And there stands, splendid, alight,
the elegant slaughterhouse
where no blood has ever spilt.
and there I go because
where else is there to go, but
to a slaughterhouse with handsome doors

I stand on the steps,
light, the last cigarette

I ring the bell.

Here,
there's an insect crawling
out of my lips
a crushed ventricle, stuck, crimson
under my foot
I'm here to sway, i'm her to spew,
my lungs, tonight are full of soot.