Mar 13, 2010 21:59
I heard she drank from a tiny bottle
cherry cordial, buttered toast
She grew three sizes, then went feral.
optic orbs once serene- now frantic
I hear she paints naked in the classroom
when the moon if full
and the clock is past the witching hour
until the yellow star kisses the horizon
they told me you wouldn't recognize her anymore.
rumor has it she went stir crazy
locked inside a tiny box she built and locked
when she emerged she was transformed
an enigmatic caterpillar creature who became a deathshead moth
she was reborn