crazy bitches

by Claire Waldrop

 

Blood. Guts. Gore. Crazy Bitches.

Staring at a man, who’s staring at me

Who crossed the platform, because he wanted to talk

 

Keys. Mace. Press on nails. Prudy Bitches.

He says something, it’s all white noise

All the same, nothing I haven’t heard it before

 

Streetlamps. Alleyways. Shadows. Bitch I’m talking to you.

Hating evening commutes, wondering if they’ll be by last

Don’t look, maybe he’ll go away. Praying he does.

 

Noise. Adrenaline. Sweat. Whose bitch are you?

Not yours. Never yours. Not on this platform.

Can you leave me alone, please?

 

Beer-breath. Whispers. Nice Guys. Fucking bitches.

He just wants to talk to me, he just wants to talk

Am I mute? He just wants to have a conversation.

 

Grip. Inhales. Exhales. Bad Bitches.

Barking and yelling, bitch better run.

Thinking, try me, I’m crazy, he laughs. Because he can.

 

Stares. Pauses. Realizations. Bitch what the fuck.

His heart beats faster, mine slows down

His eyes grow wider, his legs are glued.

 

Superpowers. Splatters. Entrails. Messy Bitches.

I warned you.

 

Blood. Guts. Gore. Crazy Bitches

Staring at a man, who stared at me

Who crossed the platform, because he wanted to talk

 

Footsteps. Silence. Dead pigs. That bitch.

A man’s guts spilled across 5th Avenue.

What animal could have done this?

 

Quiet. Sweaters. Telekinesis. Bitchin’

They never expect a bitch to do it.

They never expect her to explode.

Or make someone else.