incoherence from a closed mouth


all i have to do to succeeed is

close my mouth. don't let food in

don't let words out. don't let teeth show

just smile a half smile all day long

a little crescent moon hanging like a puppet

from my telltale eyes. what's the point

of smiling when mascara runs down my face

streaking it dirty black, unclean, unpure,

unhappy. like me if i eat something. and

just outside is the pure white snow, clean

looking and beautiful and like i want to be

but i know that snow has acid inside and will

kill you if you eat too much of it, like anything

else. except it's in disguise. it's calorie free.

it's white and empty and yet full of poison

like me, i guess. pure empty full of poison.