My silence
Agitates your guts
Your palms sweaty
The world upside down,
Heart burns follow
Sodden brown eyes,
3 legged moons in casts
Arid branches whip headless souls
Magenta weathers colored with rats' blood,
Vigorous freshets eating away at grottos,
Awaken timber saws chop up trodden bears

-- to which
I turn my back on
As I gouge out my glass eyes,
Take off my false ears
Superglue my lips shut

Leaving you is my expertise,

Why not hope,
Perhaps in our next life
I become your squealing hog,
From whom, your body
Can be fed, filled, warmed
Spent all for your benefits,
But now
You are life is not big enough
To swaddle me, the oldest brat
The know-it-all syble, the dirty coquette

Just for now,
Let's not disrupt this silence
Let's close our eyes and smile

And let it doom your unfortunate life.