Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

spare jack the blade or else

with 
 your
evil
intentions to
cut me open on this table,
disembowel my ingredients--the amniotic--for all to see;
I say to you, spare that blade, or I'll haunt your sick desires to slash
me for an eternity          and forever after.          see the dead between my eyes as you
cut me to the deep,                     having emptied                    my core, so that I will not
think anymore                              . frightened                               of the monster I
have become, you light the flame that glows within my dark skin, ready to begin this forever-
more, while rotting at my core. You place me where a world can see eternal soulless apathy resides
with a flicker and a flash, as if I might die            out, but AHA! I fooled you. I crave even more
until every last child's soul is consumed                    with my eerie-wanton, jagged reflection --
that I might expose your waking fear of                              my insurrection, here upon the stoop
for all to witness for eternity. The very thought of me having arms and legs, so I  might approach
and haunt the likes of you in night -- devour you in dreams with all my might, would be my final
glory.

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