twice the pride,double fall.
what an advantage to the over insightful.
they watch with laughing lips as they slip
slip
slip.
right into the wall
where they cry for days
and days
but no one can hear the calls.
keep their chins up with the sandpaper sticks
collect all of the blood
every last drip.
stop the next preview.
shut down the iron sheets
they will ring you out like a wash cloth
you cant have one single peak.
sour and sweet,
and little bopeep
and all of her sheep,
they are all white as snow
even in the deep