You fill my heart with darkest desires, they mute the future bright with lights at the top of the spire-- spiral staircase winds up to the top I wind up wound up toppled down broken from the height--drops to the bottom broken spoken of in the past tense
humpty dumpty on the fence can’t decide to smile wide or deride tries related to the little boys and girls in fairy tales waiting to escape and grow up
they come near but they fear the egg man coo coo catcho the egg shell white reflects the eyes reflects the lies told by parents to unsuspecting youth that someday it will all be ok
the fairy tale creatures wail and lament, not meant to find the happy ending promised by parents who ripped the last pages out so---the children would never realize even their story picture book characters get hooked and fall down
down
down, crack, the egg lands and thwack little bo peep and a murderous flock of sheep lock and load because mommy cries at night with every knock knock knock that the bad people anonymous in character description--but specific in their torturous insanity might be back, back to the end:
thwack the kings horses and all the kings men couldn’t defend like the egg could defend, his reflection kept the kids seeing the world they were told was true, not the worries they accrue or the debts now past due
The story book crumbles and fades as the paper degrades, perhaps the story will continue--- grow up and achieve actuality
Perhaps the little boys and foxes and fairies will make their story come true, their happy ending fought though the pages read in the whites of aging parents eyes, determined if they lie they’ll never have to tell their children why everything must live and cry, suffer find joy and die
humpty dumpty on the fence can’t decide to smile wide or deride tries related to the little boys and girls in fairy tales waiting to escape and grow up
they come near but they fear the egg man coo coo catcho the egg shell white reflects the eyes reflects the lies told by parents to unsuspecting youth that someday it will all be ok
the fairy tale creatures wail and lament, not meant to find the happy ending promised by parents who ripped the last pages out so---the children would never realize even their story picture book characters get hooked and fall down
down
down, crack, the egg lands and thwack little bo peep and a murderous flock of sheep lock and load because mommy cries at night with every knock knock knock that the bad people anonymous in character description--but specific in their torturous insanity might be back, back to the end:
thwack the kings horses and all the kings men couldn’t defend like the egg could defend, his reflection kept the kids seeing the world they were told was true, not the worries they accrue or the debts now past due
The story book crumbles and fades as the paper degrades, perhaps the story will continue--- grow up and achieve actuality
Perhaps the little boys and foxes and fairies will make their story come true, their happy ending fought though the pages read in the whites of aging parents eyes, determined if they lie they’ll never have to tell their children why everything must live and cry, suffer find joy and die
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