Eunuch

Georgia Bowan

Does it feel like sharp needles dragging down your throat?

And does your mother have to dress you each morning because you’re comatose?

I heard they lost it, whatever you call it.

She exposed him to the elements too long and he got too cold.

So now she cries about how she misses him and curses his black soul.

While he sleeps with other people, he still feels alone.

They see each others bodies on the shadows of random walls,

In cities neither of them would ever go.

I am feeling nothing, I have no one to mourn.

I don’t write love songs because I don’t have lovers that make me forlorn.

I write and I sleep alone.

It’s too hard to think about

Can’t give it my all and nobody wants a half-love.

It’s just a drag a drag a drag to feel it all.

So I write and I sleep alone.

Had my cut of meat once,

Left me with a shattered frontal cortex and weak bones.

Dragged me through the mud, even though I loved him so.

I don’t eat meat anymore,

I don’t do that anymore.

I write and I sleep alone.