something new
something borrowed
something blue
a silver sixpence in her shoe
rogue diamonds rust in two bottomless buckets held by an arm less child. And she swings them back and forth as they scatter across the faux satin floor. She smiles and her teeth show, pearls tangled in fishing line that her father had discarded months ago.
her eyes shine as nebulas pour out of them and slither down her chest taking in a new home across her belly filled with gaping holes.
O
O O O
O O O O O
O
O O O
her tongue unfurls as she makes room for cascading laughs to roll out
some sick nasty shit
O
O O O
O O O O O
O
O O O
She doesn't exist so you shouldn't worry about the
monsters hidden underneath your bed.
Although this particular one will eat your puppies and throw up a cat
if
insulted.
But don't worry about that
cause it doesn't really happen.
well, that's what my cousin Jimmy said.
I haven't seen him in years.
I think he's dead.
killed in his sleep.
he choked.
on a hair ball.
But I wouldn't worry about that
because if you do believe in her
and think she's under your bed
and lay out a plate of food for her every night
so she doesn't eat your dog
and trigger the tigger
you belong in a mental institution.
She can't get you there.
