When life screws you this hard
are you supposed to
     scream?
     Or sigh?
Or just shut up and enjoy
     the ride?

The light in her eyes twinkles like teapots and chiped  china
She is chiped china
She comes from a little town where bad things sometimes happen
Like double rainbows draining and dripping down to meet the land
Trickling hearts and minds into reality
You see... that's never where she wanted to be
So she made a casket called home
That's where the broken dolls go so they can rest in peace
Broken down dolly faces
Pouty lips now in different places
crevices and deep spaces
Spiderwebs in the glass that was once whole
Glass Crums licked up by demon babies with tongues ten feet long
Her tears are snow globes
Moisture containing storms of emotion
Like a dresser drawer filled with ocean
...Yes
Her eyes were once stars and shined with curiosity
But it burnt out long ago
Now her seeing tunnels are stained glossy
The world she cannot unsee

In the skies
dead time suspended
Accented by boundless space

Like so many peep holes for a pervert god

In the ground
resilience manifests silently
Repulsive and numerous

Feel them live with toes buried deep

In the minds
world's collide indiscriminately
A far gone remedy

Gazes wander for the pile
glazed and ever paranoid

In the eyes

A life deemed incomprehensible

habitual self loathing

We never stood a chance