2. Burning the Dollhouse as a Paper Lantern
You are meek, almost
humble, little bird.
Tell me, is that who you were designed to be?
Your mother leaves flowers at your door
like a tombstone
and she cries all the same.
Make them happy make them happy
I know there is a worm whispering in your ear
infecting the silver apple
there is a fingernail sliver of a moon tonight.
--He talks through headphones and broken binary
01001000 01000010... Hell I don't know what it means
they are switches like brain nervous endings
*they fire 01010000 01010100 01010011 01000100
at a thousand beats per second*
You are a paper doll you do not know how to exist
anymore. Light a candle you are beautiful in the flickering
send the flames licking the sky
a beacon to the one who loves
and leaves flowers at your shower door--
you are a fragrance divine
as your house goes up in flames around you
a watery grave your bathtub doesn't drain
but you were paper anyway.
The water was suicide enough.