11:39 marble notebooks-kimberly and josephine

[blessurheart]

the night we made the kill, new faces were etched on the sullen moon
and i felt the sun cry from all the lost battles
camouflaged blood can't soil this desert
thank god we have stolen the retinas
of all the eye witnesses
we will secure the basements for their funerals
we'll make alliances,
burn the children's history books and
give them chocolate milk instead.

posting their curiosity on e-bay for the highest bidder
teachers wash their hands in standardized tests
and
gold stars
while the state rehearses their next big musical
the sugar kids insure their reputation in crayon
on the principal's office walls
grass stains and bruises
to prove to the future
nothing
can
truly
murder
imagination