the emptiness and the quietness are the things that woke her up
she couldn't move, she was in a white oblivion that she put herself into
she tried to feel, or move, anything
but nothing worked, she was frozen in time
slowly, reality crept in, snapping her back in short white flashes
sharp pain pierced through her skin, as a ruby red river flowed from her wrist
she was freed from time and fell to her knees
as her labyrinth came to a halt, she was left to think,
"what if i took another turn?"
but it was far too late for her
the river overflowed
and she feel to the floor
the white oblivion was her new home

All the Barbies set adrift
in a dinghy small and pink,
smiling in that scary way
even when they start to sink,

“I just love sharks!” a Barbie said,
as one attacked and bit her head,
“Hey, wait for us, that looks like fun!”
said all the others, “Here we come!”
and pretty soon they all were dead.

i'm so sick  of being number two
in everything i do
just for once, i want to be in top
and not drop
give up or simply fail
i want to be able to sail
far, far, away
and give away
all my belongings, so i can start fresh, in a brand new life
being number one.

Even though I hate math,
I would solve her equation any day
To hear her say
I made her day
And made her think of May
On such a terrible day

When I'm sad, you sit on my lap
You constantly purr to stir up my mood
I found you in early June
Since then, my life was full of joy
You used to be so coy
But now you're my best friend, and I love you
My furry little friend

What is this
What is that
What is anything
Why am I here
Why are you here
Why is anything, *anything

Paper glued to the tips of peers nose's .
I dread the name that announces my turn .
I use every trick I've learned to calm my withering nerves.
I would imagine you all naked but I already have with most of you and quit frankly it wasn't to help the anxiety.
Ill try closing my eyes but my glasses lack the tint that hides them.
Reading quickly might work it gives me less time to think.
Well now its my turn and its not going to be gracious.
classhellomynamespoemandthisismynils.  
It didn't go how I'd like.
But the ***** got me out of finishing my presentation.

Seriously?!

I'm a ****...

Wait. No you're not. Hold on.
I can't find...
I can't find my *******. Help me look.

blankets flung.
nothing.

You're...
you're laughing right now?
How could you not?


Can you see that
we're standing in a
giant pond of
ridiculosity.

a glasses lense
popped out.
hair a nest
of invisible
rodents.

his belt
all askew worried
face pursed
lips.

shirt tails- a crumpled
facade of the pressed
summer evening shadows
outlined behind
the lawn sprinklers from
the night before.

and in the cab
to work
phone almost
dies. 37 degree damp
heat pressing
against the car
like a monroe-type
kitten from the
50s.

the morning world
bustling awake
the driver asks
'you work this
afternoon?'

shake my head 'no'
slowly working the
knots out of my
hair

brace for the last
day.

And I'm
still missing
my underwear.

Fire
burns in hell.
Too.

All
dragged down
down
d
o
w
n
to the bottom
of the abyss.

Guess I'll just start....

Drinking,
dollar store
love potions.

Only to get a stomach ache.

Those **** butterflies.
They've done it again.

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