Kesha and I Beat the Shit Out of My Rapist by E.J. Schoenborn Lyrics

So Kesha takes out a glitter cannon and launches a full shot right in my rapist's face.

Or Kesha and I both slam stilettos into his throat until he repeats after us
no. stop. please.

Or Kesha Spartan kicks him off a cliff,
so he lands ass first on a cactus made of shattered stained glass windows.

Or Kesha tells him she’s
never hurt nobody, never buried a body, never killed no one,
but she will gladly start today!

Or Kesha pulls out a rifle that fires rainbows and bullets and rainbow-painted bullets
and mounts his head next to a stuffed unicorn and Dr. Luke
because if we are hunting down my rapist,
we are getting hers too.

Or Kesha and I go to the club together to watch each other's backs and drinks.

Or Kesha and I slam a bottle of Jack into our throats to wash the taste of him out,
cry in a bathtub until sun-up, holding each other together.
Or Kesha tells me to call her on the nights my bed is full of matchsticks,
too much shallow burn in my throat to sleep.

Or Kesha tells me to call her on the nights her bed is full of diamond rings and glass bottles,
too much sharp cut in her belly to sleep.

Or Kesha and I sit in silence and pray
to a different God or the same God,
which may just mean we pray to ourselves,
to the emptiness and how complicated that feels,
to the white sheets stained whiter.

Or Kesha and I scream and we scream and we scream.

Or Kesha and I beat the shit out of my rapist
and her rapist, and we line up all the rapists we have ever known
and take turns with a crowbar.
We know this won't make us feel better,
​but dear god, do we feel better.