|Monsieur Marshmallow/Senor Blanco|
Green pills, yellow pills, white pills. I wonder if they color code the pills to match the malady, green to soothe, yellow to wake, white to purify evil thoughts, black like ravens who peck and caw, Jezebel's bones, sodden red tulips, dogs lapping, tongues so black, black holes that like eating novas and girls like me that just happen to see the testifying of bricks. "Here someone was murdered", fickle neurons, scandalized hieroglyphs of blood, constellations of wolves such bloody tongued dogs.
"Open," the nurse says checking to see if I have swallowed her pills. I always do hoping such sacred behavior will loosen me of this place. If I promise to believe everything they say? But Nurse Mary is quite contrary, maiden's breath grows in her garden, clouds of crushed stems, pollen and powder. Maybe she sees the wolf. My flamingoes feel the unease of rhyming couplets and badly played croquet. What would Alice do? What would the Duchess do? What happened to Jack and Jill after they s
Justifications and Salted Smiles"I don't think I'm holding on any longer
I'm diving in.
I wish that you would see,
there's a magical land at the bottom of the ocean
where waterproof lungs let you be
everything you've dreamed.
You can bury underneath the sand
and not be found-
it's the land that's been promised to me
in late night whispers
and burnt tears
wasted on things that don't matter.
I know it's real,
broken minds can't lie
and I can feel it in my bones-
there's something more.
What other reasons would we live for?
They say you inhale saltwater
and exhale enlightenment.
The waves pour over you
and finally make you clean (pure)
No one knows where you are
so your problems don't follow
and neither does time.
It all fades away
until you disintegrate
like your worries.
You can only get there
with a heart that doesn't beat
because humans' empty brains
You need to be all the way gone
I want to go and find myself
and live the dreams I never had.
I swear, it's not that bad-
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Little GirlLittle girl, kinda sadValtharr
Little girl, kinda mad
Little girl wants something more
Little girl finds a door
Little girl is crawling through,
Finds familiar things, brand new
They look at her, with strange black eyes
It's pretty creepy, but also nice
She gets what she didn't have before
She wants to stay forevermore
It just seems so pleasant, so perfect and yet
She receives warnings from mice, tea and cats
The woman asks her if she wants to stay
Without hesitation, she shouts an okay
It seems settled quickly, there's just one thing to do
There are black buttons they need to sew
Right into her eyes, she won't shed a tear
The little girl's heart is filling with fear!
She escapes quickly, wonders what's going on
But when she gets home, her parents are gone
They're missing, they've vanished, nowhere to be seen
She has to go back and challenge that fiend
To free her family and all the kids trapped
She'll have to be clever to find out where they're kept
The game is a dangerous one and she almost