The pain is separate From the person. She acknowledges it Accepts it Enjoys it But it is separate. It barely even exists Even though it is consuming a part of her brain.
The pain proves she still exists Even if it's only a part of being.
Excess molars fill my swollen mouth My jaw cannot take it Saliva seps out of my guns Hoping for some Soothing salvation... My teeth grow as I type Expandingexploding Until my tongue and gums are absorbed And turn to fire to match All that I'd left is Far roo many Massive molars
How could you? I know we aren't full siblings But I thought a half still meant something. How could you not tell me? And she's your mother. How could you not tell her? How could you not Warn her At least? You know how she took it When he went. Or maybe you didn't I guess you weren't there. But still.
We are your family. It may not mean much to you But you mean a lot to us.
She's sad Upset For some reason. She won't tell you And there are too many possibilities to start guessing. Is he okay? Are they leaving? Is she leaving? You'll just ruin the night if you sit here and dwell.
Take a shot of whiskey Get it out of your system. Forget til the morning.
Who's that pale chick Mumbling to herself about Fictional schools of witchcraft and wizardry And trolleys and snakes?
Oh that's just Christine She's not that bad If she tells you she's a Reanimated corpse Walking among the living by using brains as sustenance Don't pay any attention. She's probably just kidding.
My hips won't quit But I've tried many times to fire them. They continue to exist In all their circular glory Making me see my body Through a fish-eye lens.
My feet won't stop But I've tried to make them tire. They grow longer and wider Until I am convinced I am The cousin of the Yeti.
My stomach won't end But I've tried to find the bottom. It keeps on truckin Until I resemble a forty year old man Who's drank several hundred too many bars. Apparently there's always more room.
My body won't quit. My brain won't stop. My heart won't start.