SHE IS OF EVERYTHING / OF THE INTERTWINED COSMOS / BLEEDING OUT HER EYES / TO THE WONDER / SLEEPING ON HER THIGHS / SHE'S IN THE HOSPITAL / LINOLEUM TILES STICKING TO HER MIND / LIKE SHE WORSHIPED THEM / LIKE SHE WANTED TO WORSHIP THEM / AND THERE'S THIS MACHINE BY HER HEAD / BEEP BEEP BEEP/
darling, are you feeling fine?
BEEP BEEP BEEP
SHE IS OF EVERYTHING / BUT LATELY SHE IS NONE OF THE SORT / LIFE DRAINS FROM HER FLESHY CHEEKS / AND CHASES DOWN THE BITTERNESS IN HER BONES / IN A CHILDISH GAME OF TAG YOU'RE IT / EXCEPT THAT SHE WAS NEVER TAGGED / AND WAS NEVER IT/
darling?
NO MAMA I AM NOT FINE. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LULL ME AWAY FROM THIS HELL. MAMA I FEEL THE WORLD RUNNING FROM ME AND IT'S TOO FAST DAMN IT MAMA.
I FEEL ALL THE FLOWERS TURNING ALL YELLOW AND ROTTEN IN MY CHEST AND IT ACHES IT ACHES MAMA IT'S PAINFUL.
now darling, calm down.
BUT SHE IS OF THE FOOLISH / OF THOSE WHO ACCIDENTALLY SOLD THEIR BRAINS TO THE DEMONS / FOR SOME LUSH DOLLAR BILLS / WHO SMILE / BUT DON'T MEAN IT / WHO CRY / OVER THEIR DEVASTATING BODY GOLD /
AND NOW SHE'S SCREAMING / AND PRAYING TO THE GODS OF OLYMPUS / WITH THEIR HEADS LIMP IN THEIR SOUP BOWLS / HEADS ROAMING THE MARBLE THRONES / WHO IS TO BLAME WHO IS TO BLAME WHO IS TO BLAME / WE DO PEOPLE PRAY TO FIGURINES / WITH NECKS NAILED TO THE WALL / AND HEARTS / SLAUGHTERED BY THE BLADE OF THE HANDSOME MORTAL /
I LOVE YOU MAMA.
DARLING, I LOVE YOU TOO OKAY?
OKAY.
GOOD
ALTERNATIVELY NAMED : A CHILDISH GAME OF TAG YOU'RE IT
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September 6th, 2016
dedicated to @lets-defeat-the-huns
you are so amazing
