"careful son", plucking stems from leaves no hands threw him onto a stump, broke his arm so a doctor went to work, a landscaper rolled his sleeves years later, the yard changed and looked less like the farm
The mattress sheets They feel like **** They aren't soft The aren't rough They are slick And I'll slip on My face When I wake up Then my day Will be great
Scratches At my door Awakened By the teenage Angst A ***** Savaged Feeling Of them Walking Through the door Smacks Me In the face The carpet Stained With All the kissing All the missing Pieces Slaughtered shadows Broken windows The glass It's in my feet It's moving Crawling up Dancing On my spine All the time Now It's Leaving I can feel it Waving goodbye Dying Inside me Trying To find Me
100b in the lobby made them hungry as they imagined him bound like a burrito and tranquilized so they snacked on jawbreakers while ******* their problems into eachother's face