Wow Owls! Ill Be Your Huckleberry
theyve gotten in. i can feel their breath on the back of
my neck. i can feel their fingers faintly carressing me.
this makeshift monster is mine. i provided the wood for
myself. itll rot and decay. i know that its not raining
because im a banquet for the earthworms buried in my
skin; for the maggots dwelling deep within. throw me into
the front yard. shut my eyes, the sores of the soul.
cover up with makeup the reality that we're not perfect.
and if misery loves company, then i dont want to be
miserable so i can rest alone. let me sleep. this is the
last time youll ever see me so wave goodbye. this is the
answer to a question that you never asked but i have
realized that im a monster inside. force your lips to
express the kiss.
