Little Red Rambling Hood
into a cold sweat breaks,
caffeine-free pulse pumping
--fingers extend past their prime
typing love letters to a squirmy future
that writhes beneath its mask.
musical shards of glass sprinkle brows
tricking melodies to tear at tears
as ear canals flood gates of wrath.
thinking digs the rut the mouse built
while foresight dismantles fairy tales.
1 comment:
OO guuuurrlll!!!!1!! dat jank was PHAT!!!!! luv letters to the futur? daaaaaaaamn dats DEEEP! you shud be a pro writer or sumtin cause your soooo good at it!!! u shud write sumtin bout ME sumtime cause datd be WHAS UP!!!
(I told you I would. Know that I think this is quite great, though.[Apparently my idea of obnoxious and unintelligent is a kid I sat beside on the bus in elementary school. He spoke exactly like that... Odd.])
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