To My SisterYou dress like a Disney Princess,More Like This
And play with pretty dolls;
Your laughter warms our hearts,
Your smile lifts our souls.
You stumble when you walk,
And you can’t say my name;
You dance to invisible music,
Everyone says we’re the same.
You have curly blonde hair,
And big brown eyes;
A smiling flower of a face,
And chubby baby thighs.
You will grow to be big,
And you will change;
You’ll learn the world’s scary,
As much as it is strange.
If I could give you one tip,
And know that you’d follow it,
It’d be: be who you are,
Live like there’s no tomorrow.
Don’t strive for beauty,
Don’t live for lies;
Find beauty in living and
Keep putting beauty into
Other people’s lives.
UntitledCutting ribbons from dresses of silver skinned childrenMore Like This
Their curls glowing blissfully out watching the sunrise
Dancing around apple trees rejoicing the morning light
Look over yonder; see the shame of a mother's plight
Feeling their heated breath they groan at their imagery
Screams unheard in soundproofed rooms echoing eerily
Five o'clock shadows are rough on the youngest skin
Silvery sweetness so soft, tainted by crimson and gin
Think about men locked up in their darkened rooms
Watching as children frolic around springtime blooms
Shudder at their perversions and their night time fantasies
Photos on white walls of smiling young abductees
Milk For BrainsPERSON 1:...More Like This
PERSON 2: (loses support and falls face down on the ground)
PERSON 1: (part of face falls off, revealing maggots underneath)
PERSON 2: (drools)
PERSON 1: *Gurgle*
PERSON 2: (centipede crawls out of nose)