Centipedes
By Amber Kaipaka

So many beautiful people and the centipede is coming to get them. good job. eat them all. Leave their skeletons to the sun. My work is done. Float with me now for tomorrow I might be sinking. In the mud like Falcore. giving up. No turtle to blow snot in my hair. The wolf gave up chasing me long ago. My journeys were never written on anyones wall. Circles of ants. No more marching but just as meaningless. Your lives are nothing unless you are high. You are all prostetutes. Selling yourself for a cigerette or a cheap bottle of vodka. Maybe if you scream loud enough. No one will listen. BUt they'll jump at the opportunity to knock out your gold teeth and throw you in the chamber. Claiming they are making the world a better place for everyone.... but you.