Mind Map

Wally, Egon, & The Models in the Studio - Rachel’s

Don’t ask me what it is about it, but it’s beautiful

In a glass display case, I’m a harbour of fears as insects swarm. 
With an agit woman clad in leopard, a Venus flytrap grinds away a ten-year dental plan.
Sore broken jaw a mess of wire and tiny springs. 

And on the blue wing a nurse asleep on the job kills, they dose you down for the weekend.
I love you like silence does, as it becomes you. 
I keep you dressed in the best clothes, you punch my liver and swab my nose. 
I love you like silences do, as they become you. 

Hatred is the drug numbing my touch through pregnant silences. 
Come revive this life with adrenal shots with coma-piercing words. 
You would wake me with a sigh across the pores, 
now the sorest points are time capsules buried too low. 

When lies are dressed in the best clothes, promises lead to new lows. 
I love you like silence does, as it becomes you. 
Saliva boils on the S.K, the bleeding gums are a given. 
I miss you like innocence does as it guilt-trips trips us.

Oh what a let down. 

Hell, and I feel something now, even if it’s a lie, 
there’s a greater truth emerging.