the empty space between my bones, organs and muscles
is occupied with words (or thoughts we'll say)
that right now I probably shouldn't say out loud
on account of my vessel seems to be a passionate one
intent on grabbing the things that make it happy
very tightly in it's tiny little fist grinning shamelessly
and then running around the yard in circles
screaming and laughing dragging these happy things
behind it like a puppy on a leash unable to keep up
with the pace until my vessel looks back and is
washed clean of it's excitement when it discovers
the lifeless bruised body of that which it cared
for so dearly strung from the noose of a leash
tongue protruding
when this happens my vessels tends to look up
into the sky in absolute amazement and ask
"now how the FUCK did that happen!?!"
soooooooooooo
I work very very hard at taming the feelings
filling the seemingly empty cavities in my body
and do my best to keep what comes out of me
in part and parcel portion with the capabilities
age and understanding of said happiness...
lest I hug too tightly leaving hand prints
in the now dormant skull of the things that I hold dearest.
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