Two hands in a puppet show
The sage of the meadow
plays grass like a flute
Fingertips of soft chocolate
casting bittersweet illusions
Controlling
confusion
Casting hypnotic sounds
to drown out
the wails of the world
The wails from my mouth,
my soul,
jumping off my tongue
We play like bagpipes
blowing
and squeezing
the most horrid music
He disappears like a stain
that is stuck
in the corner
on a sheet
Lucky charms
from a fallen star
grind into my eyes
My head is again filled with the sadistic sounds of the sages meadow music
as he molests me
through a hole
in the wall
