(The body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ   Mommy there [bad word] ..)

Stench of solvent
Covers stench of rot
I didn't even recognize her
Like a painting
masterpiece torn to pieces
And set to flame
Her own cells
Turned on her
Her skin
Is yellow
Like the wildflowers
In July
She asks me how she looks
And I tell her
That she's as lovely as the vultures
As pretty as the larvae of the fly
Pretty as the larvae of the fly