You feel sure that you must scream
Must have screamed when confronted with that needle
Must have known what it meant
Deep in the bones
Deep in the soul
When they smile over your tomb
Praise you for doing well
When they buried you in
The type that
Can’t be scrubbed out from your pores
Can’t be scratched out through your blood
Can’t be pissed out on the floor
Can’t be emptied out
But must empty you out