Sep 2016
It was one of those things past the human eye they keep in a jar before you.
In a tent close to your desires like a sideshow of your mind, on the outskirts until memory fails
of a little, drowsy town by the light of the moon. One of those pale things between the ugly and the beautiful, drifting in alcohol plasma drowning in confusion. Forever dreaming and circling fingers around your mind with its peeled dead eyes staring out at you and never seeing you. It went with the noiselessness of late night to sneak into your thoughts and only the crickets chirping its dead eyes fluttering,the frogs sobbing off in the moist swampland being eaten alive by the pain. One of those things inside you and me in a big jar on a shelf hidden from you that makes your stomach drop in anticipation as it does when you see a preserved arm beyond, taunting, in a laboratory vat underneath your skin. Charlie stared back at it in spite the pain it causes, for a long time. Amid the blur.
Molly
In a tent close to your desires like a sideshow of your mind, on the outskirts until memory fails
of a little, drowsy town by the light of the moon. One of those pale things between the ugly and the beautiful, drifting in alcohol plasma drowning in confusion. Forever dreaming and circling fingers around your mind with its peeled dead eyes staring out at you and never seeing you. It went with the noiselessness of late night to sneak into your thoughts and only the crickets chirping its dead eyes fluttering,the frogs sobbing off in the moist swampland being eaten alive by the pain. One of those things inside you and me in a big jar on a shelf hidden from you that makes your stomach drop in anticipation as it does when you see a preserved arm beyond, taunting, in a laboratory vat underneath your skin. Charlie stared back at it in spite the pain it causes, for a long time. Amid the blur.
Molly
