Roll me back up

Cellophane for the wound

Styrofoam cup

Sugar spooned

Plastic plate

And kitchen knife

It's a date

I am a housewife

In this life

Sylvia Plath strife

Jumpsuit pinstriped

I'm an exhaust pipe

Every fake fruit unripe

Silicon prototype

This can't be right, midnight, a shipwright, a building site, please send me out like a satellite

Back in hell

I can tell

Full metal shell

Sound the alarm bell

Where they can't hear me yell

Tissue paper for the blood

Raincoat for the flood

Drag me through the mud

Fake flower bud

I laugh because you shrug

I am a heinous drug

Come unplugged

You fit like a yellow rubber glove

Easily disposed of

After I scrubbed

Whatever you rubbed

Off on the Queen you snubbed

I dubbed

You a toe I stubbed

Back in hell

I can tell

Full metal shell

Sound the alarm bell

Where they can't hear me yell

I went back home

A soup of stone

Alone

See-through; the wound has shown

Who would've known

Somehow I am grown

I answer a phone

They talk after the tone

What are words when they're just thrown

Taped up the tires that were blown

Reset my broken bone

Nothing is real anymore

I don't feel there is a door

And if so what for

Once I was a whore

Had her on the floor

Sat her in the bathtub and swore

I wouldn't fall for

The voice is not real I had to ignore and pour the folklore off shore

A war to end war

Shipwright from before

Was not real just the rain in store

Back in hell

I can tell

Full metal shell

Sound the alarm bell

Where they can't hear me yell

Let's give this a wrap

I cap, at lap number chit chat, bubble rap, went flat, cover me in that, a staged kidnap, beauty untapped, I do not adapt, in waters unmapped, I snapped, house of wax, I'm a tax, blue for blacks, see-through wound doomed, fumed like smokestacks, I am a parallax, neither here nor there nor theres and backs, cover my tracks, cement the cracks,