Count Fibula's Wonderful WOrds
This is a poem FIBS wrote me cuz he loves me heheh!!
Snail Fingers
when the cross-eyed rose turns into a tube of lipstick
Don't speak in the tongue of a yellow leper
for the words that you scream are a waste of makeup
the wind will be the director and the knives will be sick
I'm scared to believe
One of us
BLinded by mothers beliefs
spreads religion with a slit wrist
not knowing her wings are contagious
she bleeds nothing for her
crying in silence
I'm scared to believe
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