(All writing published here is owned by me unless cited otherwise.)
Is a great old tree
And all we can do is hope
That the branches don’t break out from under us too often.
And that’s why,
People who are close are so damn dangerous-
Straining and breaking things
She’s hungry for hearts to eat.
Hungry for the loneliness,
Famished for the tragedy,
And starving for the tear-tear-tears.
She whimpers that she needs it.
But she doesn’t even know what she is.