reguritation minimalization

some more bad poetry:

Amber Stars in a Whale Sky

Its not fair to have been a sacrifice.
Tied me down
Burned me up.
What did I get from it?
Put the needles in me
Give me more pills
Jump rope
Until it snaps.
Throw me down
And look me over
One hellish joyride
After another.
Stop the stars
They are lodged in my brain
Dig them out with the eel spoon
Dig deeper
Make it bleed.