the faeries are hungry

the faeries are hungry

And I was yelling at the faeries who rest inside my ears
To be quiet, to get out of my head and let that
Ocean of tears go free,
The pressure was building, it was just too much for me…

And I guess you are wondering how
Faeries became roosted in my head,
They like it there where modern mixes with fae
And the dust just settles over all of them, helping them feel
Like age has power

Like age has power over them.
They seek the one thing that they can’t have,
Wrinkles and flat feet, big thighs and underwear lines,
They all want a piece of me because I am loud
And my emotions are screaming outside my mind
And they track the threads down
And follow me home,

Hungry for something they can never own…

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Not sure what I was expecting but the title excited me so I had a peek. Guess I was looking for bloodlust and found something deeper.
I could suggest semi-colons to replace some of your commas but the punctuation you have works fine as it is, providing almost an other-worldly vibe, which is appropriate to the unusual topic.
Can't really offer anything constructive here, sorry.
Good write.