Exhibit A

Exhibit A

It’s called a safe

for it holds something

not meant for you to take

but to a cracksman’s fingers

it’s just another code to break

as the handprints linger

in every crack about the place

did you know the DNA from

one dead skin cell contains

the genetic make up of the face

that smirked

as it ripped out and replaced

all that was inside

with fakes

becoming just a case

burdened with waste

as the safe

still looks like a safe

but isn’t safe

in the most fundamental ways.

(I don’t know how much

bodies go for these days

but I doubt your exchange rate

was worth more

than the price I paid.)

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

This is the last time

you will curse me

with your words,

break my spirit

till I cannot lift

myself up from the dirt.

This is the last time

you hand me

all your pain,

so heavy I sit on

and take the hit from

the shards of your grenade.

This is the last time

your grip

constricts my voice,

lungs without air

my words rot in there

since you took away my choice.

This was the last time

you tried to convince me

of your lies

that I should feel shame,

so I’ve poured petrol and doused us in flames

because men burn

but witches survive.

Trigger TV

Trigger TV

When even broken bones

burns

bite marks

internal injury

Her story

Her reality

is not considered worthy

neither for a charge

nor being found guilty,

when even without

Her words should be

Enough.

Maybe

if being an amputee

wasn’t internal

then you could see

as clearly

She wasn’t privy

to the memo

from the CPS and jury

about what constitutes believable,

since giving a reliable account

takes a PHD,

and to what degree

She just takes up your precious time

being angry.

Tell me,

is it as much

as he took Her body?