She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
Weed laced with PCP
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She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
What do bunnies and
chocolate have to do with
a resurrection?
Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.
Our waitress admits
the town has its share of ghosts.
We sleep with lights on.
Just water on rock.
And yet, sheer power compels
visitors to gape.
Night winds roar like a
giant parent screaming “Go
to sleep!” without words.
Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.
Unaware of her
beauty, unselfconsciousness
gives each movement grace.
Geeks transformed into
leading men stop hearts, but then
revert back next day.
Tourists whisked to the
top while on tenant floors, one
hears “shhhhhhsss” like secrets.