The Evolution of Poison Eating Mice: PurgeA Poem by AntoinetteIt's a curse, dancing for the moon to escape a damp pillow case. When all eyes are closed and my heart is feeling lost. When yesterday won't let me go and a smiling face becomes my foe; I'm alone. Drumming my fingers in the cold to keep from touching snow. Singing a song that I don't know to cover the voice that drives me to misery and mind disease.
Attempting to suck out the poison only to choke on the bitter taste; feeling crazed from simple talk and deciept. Distancing myself from the human who doesn't seem to bleed; always remarking the beauty I haven't seen.
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