Monsters inside his skin
Demons inside his mouth
A lipstick of darkness
A blush of blue blood
A mascara of lies
A foundation of dirt.
He says,
‘Dress up, if you want to,
Don’t care what anyone says,
Here, use my makeup.’
He irons out his wrinkles
Shines his name clean
Hides the filth under his brain stem
And smiles,
And he says, ‘I’m nice,
You can trust me,
I will teach you my ways.’
Oh how stupid,
That I drank his stories
Ate his hunger
And let him devour what was left of me.
thebloomingjade 