I twitched an eye, the swell boy laughed.The eye bruised a mixture of purple and green, they fought for a rightful place on my flesh.I felt the burn of a droplet of liquid rim down my eye, the swell boy laughed. The dry cracks in my lips were filled inbetween salty water and iron, the swell boy laughed.I gestured my nose up to the light blue sky, the swell boy laughed.I let out a small moan of desperation, the swell boy hummed.The swell boy eyes silvered to the hunger, the crave of my fear.The swell boy ripped off the rags that dripped from the ends of my corpse, the hunger conquered. I seemed to please the best , that is what I was told.I have no place to sing or shriek, I am a swell boys.The swell boy ate my flesh, it was happiness to them.The water in the well sat unpleasant , I let the purge overcome.You aren't beautiful the swell boy voice howled, I am not.

Placed in plain sight as a place for curious eyes to rest
Lying upon the mantle was a single picture
Each day, the dust surrounding it seemed to swell,
And further shrouded the frame's crack
Shards of glass still fell from time to time
Each landing in its own bed of dust

To himself, he muttered that he should dust
Each time the phantom passed it to rest
And as always, he did not have the time
Claiming that in his mind there was a perfect picture
Heavy footsteps gave him away as the floor started to crack
Memories overcame and caused his heart to swell

Even then he wondered why he painted her so swell
How could he adore the one that blew his dreams to dust
Over the phone, he tried to answer, but his voice did often crack
When he tried to reproduce what he had with the rest
Too many times he had tried to create the same picture
Of what he once had, but in a different time

Finally he decided that he could waste no more time
Each day for a week he paddled over swell after swell
Each day for a week he could not jettison this faded picture
Lines blurred as tears mixed with paint and dust
Each obscuring line brought his soul more rest
Violently he hurled the picture, hoping he didn't crack

Each lonely moment inspired him to give it one more crack
Realizing that in this world, he only had so much time
Young love sank with the picture, and on the ocean floor it would rest
To move forward, all of his courage he had to swell
He put behind him the times of darkness, phantoms, and dust
In the days that passed he learned how to paint his own picture

Now more faces pass the mantle than he could ever picture
“Good thing you removed that horrid painting” they crack
“You finally took the time to clean up and dust”
“One day you will admit that we were right this time”
“Until I saw her today I thought my heart would never again swell”
“Friend is the best word for someone that makes you forget the rest”

Each day he tells himself he needs a little more time
Every smiling glance she gives makes him feel so swell
Letter one of each line will tell you the rest.