A Poem for Susan..

you needed me there,

and i was not

sooo.....

what are you going to do with that fucked up snarled grin?

are you going to sink your teeth in?

You take a swing,

but i am not there

your fist hits air

but i don't care...

your mind is filled with the rush of hot blood

soft skin hits brick wall

can you make the wall feel small?

does the wall feel at all?

she is disgusting

she is misunderstood

she is all of us

she is on the bus

fighting her good fight

is that her demon?

i do not know,

but i am leaving...

its no judgement on you

what, how, or who u voodoo

but i have something better to do

than stand around

and fight with you.

same old people

i react the same old way

until today

that is my demon to slay

i wonder,

is it natural?

or something you consciously do?

remember, santa is watching you....

stumble down the hall,

with a broken grin

trailing blood on the wall

fists tucked in

forehead cut

wearing nothing at all

except a crown

which slipped down

and tore the corner off your fucked up frown.

lift off,

there she goes

fighting the world

as she breaks her toes.

i'm going home.