its the lightening strikes in the dead of winter
snaking down my spine

its every blistering wind howling in the night

my dominos are all lined up
and waiting for the drop

its those cutesy rhymes
always in time
to shred my shriveled soul

all those pretty words
left unheard
may as well rake me through the coals

so might make a second account that's anon and just write the most foul **** in my mind there? is that better than posting it here-- not even up for debate actually my friends and s.o. read this **** from time to time so even though i'm pretty good at subtle imagery the most ****** up thoughts i have just can't be twisted into blooming flowers and ocean waves so.. you'll never know if its me or not but i'll definitely know if you find me.

mascara running like painted lines down my face
almost like i did it on purpose
almost because i did

the sun does rise every morning,
just as it sets every night
the bad times have passed me by, and now
the sun ushers in the light