lily veronica

sanity is dead
hell's waves rocked her to sleep and I'm sure
it couldn't have been peaceful
the ocean was caught in the throws of the storm
a child caught in a lie
helpless
as I held her down and covered her face with my pillow

hell is a vast landscape of monochromatic mountains
they contrast nicely with the cinnamon candy sky

there is a small red house in the woods
the sun never rises, nor does the moon

on my favorite hilltop there is a swingset

made of huge wood logs

you can sit and swing on one of the two swings

and swing over the edge of the sloping hill

on top of the hill on the hilltop is a swingset

she grows towards the sky

a bulbous, leafy thing

flipped like a pancake

she’s just a planet

her soft, white edges playing with the clouds

in the breeze

her ripe heart stays hidden

i pour my heart out to you
into a bowl
a sad, soupy attempt at affection

my bowl of rich, veiny, organ is unappealing to you
your nose upturns
its vulgar, vile, absolutely disgusting
you don't want my insides