“How did I get here?”
The matchbox car groaned.
It turned to see thin walls
painted with blood.
“My lining, it’s bleeding.”
Anus scowled, crimson-coated words
fell like hard rain causing
the operator to have nausea.
The matchbox car rolled its eyes,
revved its engine, infectious.
“I can’t believe I got put into an asshole again.”...