Italics Hexed Private, But Visible to Kit -- the Only Person Who Might Like It
"Righteous Penalty of Sin"
I cohabit this space with things
a mutual existence in which I
allow them to scuttle into the
dark corners whenever I come into
the room, no screams, no stomping
shoes, no. Just don't go into
the fridge, little ones, though I
know that's what you really want
okay go on but just don't
tell me about it. But that's
an unspoken thing. Spoken, you can
have the crumbs on the floor
he left behind. I don't want
them, though he left them for
me. You are higher than me,
little things with your antenna halos.
If I weren't he wouldn't have
left. Little seraphim insects. But when
you escape into the dark corners
of this space, you have the
wings to cover your eyes, to
cover your feet, but do you
still have the wings to fly?
...it's hardly been a day, and already I'm writing poetry. All right, into the bottom dresser drawer this goes. Heaven forbid 'Cissa see it...
I cohabit this space with things
a mutual existence in which I
allow them to scuttle into the
dark corners whenever I come into
the room, no screams, no stomping
shoes, no. Just don't go into
the fridge, little ones, though I
know that's what you really want
okay go on but just don't
tell me about it. But that's
an unspoken thing. Spoken, you can
have the crumbs on the floor
he left behind. I don't want
them, though he left them for
me. You are higher than me,
little things with your antenna halos.
If I weren't he wouldn't have
left. Little seraphim insects. But when
you escape into the dark corners
of this space, you have the
wings to cover your eyes, to
cover your feet, but do you
still have the wings to fly?
...it's hardly been a day, and already I'm writing poetry. All right, into the bottom dresser drawer this goes. Heaven forbid 'Cissa see it...