Since childhood
she has learned
that wishes, spoken aloud,
can be twisted
perverted
brought to life in horribly unexpected ways
A child snatched by goblins,
hearts ripped out
or skin torn off,
people twisted into
caricatures of themselves
by helpless, obsessive love wishes
So she locks her wishes down
keeps them behind her lips,
inside her skull,
someplace safe
and warm
and so private
no one will ever, ever hear
and twist
what she wants
into some fucked up version
of reality.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment