i've seen it happen to you, neat
and life is unfair
and your tornado disease
may have found its way into my own mother.
we don't know for sure.
but what i do know is
your pain has broken me beyond repair,
and to see my mother go through that would only twist the knife,
and twist it,
and twist it,
and twist it
until it's turning and turning like an electric screwdriver.
your ugly tornado disease shattered my heart like a swaying wooden house,
just waiting for an unforgiving wind, some rain
to rupture and thrash into the air.
and everyone keeps asking me why i find it so hard to just get a decent fucking sleep.
