So there I saw-
and then I curled
into my fetal ball of envy
my happiness had coagulated
and chilled
like a refrozen popsicle
at the back of the freezer.
even if you melted
my
stale
cracked
enclosure
you would still smell
the jealous-
like
hangover
on my breath
I swear it even
exploits my muscles
my tendons grimace
like massive internal
pulley systems.
when my mind
frowns condescendingly
at my juvenile grievances,
the follies laugh their
disassembled modulations
and ignore my pleas
no-it takes more than that.
my every yellow Laureling
becomes a necessity
to coax, soften my
serpentine
charity
from whence I have locked it.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
So there I saw-
and then I curled
into my fetal ball of envy
my happiness had coagulated
and chilled
like a refrozen popsicle
at the back of the freezer.
even if you melted
my
stale
cracked
enclosure
you would still smell
the jealous-
like
hangover
on my breath
I swear it even
exploits my muscles
my tendons grimace
like massive internal
pulley systems.
when my mind
frowns condescendingly
at my juvenile grievances,
the follies laugh their
disassembled modulations
and ignore my pleas
no-it takes more than that.
my every yellow Laureling
becomes a necessity
to coax, soften my
serpentine
charity
from whence I have locked it.
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