pulp

just a bunch of words they probably don't make sense but the sky will take me soon enough.

and they all play their silly instruments pulling and yanking and wrenching, taking the saplings uprooting them leaving the dirt clumped up and hanging with beads tumbling down from the root the root like thread rocks pushing on my heart making a barrier i don't know if there's a moat there are corpses spilling over and over please don't be smiling it's too hard to bear i looked on over i saw them grinning the lines in their faces their cracking from years of good times and smiling these smiles aren't real to me stop lying your faces their braking the juice is fizzing from the wounds in your armor i see that it's spilling pooling inside of you chlorine is stinging you don't have to smile your eyes are turning red it's not even funny please take these demands i don't want them anymore brush them all clean hair stuck in between i told you that when you pull those weeds apart there would be milk inside but it is not the kind you would like so please don't take a bite well you did it it is stinking your gums i can tell that they're crumbling the table you put a cloth on it the cloth is falling it is unveiling something strange talk to me i can see the fruit spilling out the crevice is soaking the shirt from years ago where the windmill is decaying not all hope is gone

Author's Note

have you ever wished upon a star