| Monday, March 7, 2011
the cloud swirls and solidifies as the daggers aim outward to pierce from within.
the claws shriek with glee as the slashes fillet the supposedly tough but oh-so-tender.
eat, devour whole, says the rows of sharpened teeth,
the appetite whetted by a long list of failures.
cry, weep in despair, says the pointed spear
the blood drawn in a successful attempt to see tears.
die, a horrible death, says the victim
the spirit broken by years of torture.
stop, the uselessness, says the writer
the once pretty flow of words morphing into monsters that slash at the young one.
the purple piggy oinked 4:16 AM
