That broken china you wanted to hide?
Send it over.
It'll fit just right in my disjointed collection.
Words you've longed to whisper?
My ears are good enough.
Harvesting your secrets faster than the liquor hits🥃
Those things you wanted to hurl?
Come on.
I'll be your dodging partner,
Our shadows intertwining into a demonic tale,
Keeping our peers awake in terror.
You sought a keeper.
I fit the criteria just right--
Hands and lips sewn shut🤐,
just the way you love.
You didn't like how those tongues wagged?
Mine is served alongside caviar.
You've always wanted to gouge out those eyes👁️?
A burning poker is my gift to you.
Those souls you wanted to burn in hell?
Yama has acquiesced at last.
You wanted to run with the winds?
I'll make the gates of heaven your starting point!
Those cliffs you climbed🏔️,
The hills you surmounted--
I'll be your inner demon,
Whispering sweet nothings🌈 in your ear.
Urging you to leap into the fog.
You're formless?
Cut in line!
I'll craft you the perfect mould--
A puppet unhindered by the marionette's strings.
Seeds are your heart's desire.
Fret not.
The world will be your patch.
Now you accuse me of frolicking?
My mouth too wide?
I am eerie?
No other desire do I know
But the one you taught me--
Madness behind every laugh.
I have mastered it's art🪡,
improved on its work,
Fixed it's flaws,
Weaver's handwork coming to life.
Come now,
it's time to play.
A game of tag it is👣.
But is that you hiding?
Ahh...
'Of course broken dolls🧸play not.'
Xoxo.
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FLEETING THOUGHTS
General FictionWriting poems for the blues. To let my inner voice have her own podium. Just for fun actually. Or maybe not, depends on how you interpret it, It still all depends on the human mind And heart in the end.
