Pig Destroyer Sis
My sisters dangerous. She climbs the barbed wire fence.
Changes
clothes in the back seat. Medical gown to red jeans. I
can tell shes
off her meds, cause she's grinning like a death’s head.
Like a slit
wrist angel. The asylum lights up, as we pull away. The
doctors don’t
get it, my sister can’t be kept in a cage.
