Awake:
See a glint of silver;
Wings opaque, lined in diamond;
A paintbrush ebony;
Crimson bristles spitting onto
Mucus colored eyes.

Above:
A face familiar;
Maniacal laughter;
A twisted smile;
Dirty mouth open for
Dimple riding ghosts to
Slobber out both sides.

Scream:
Scream loud. Scream as her
Paintbrush captures you in your
Worst moment (eyelids dripping
With sleep; liquid oozing from
Every pore in your chubby body)
Shaking paint on you; out of you.
Try to stand, and realize your
Mistake in trusting you were safe
From your own, falsely loving
Daughter, whom you just caught
Red-handed.

don't worry. that girl of yours
will surely muffle your screams;
after all, you taught her well
how to muffle her tears.

07/07/2005

Posted on 07/08/2005
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