work through your
description of love
and let me trust in you:
mind, body, and sparkly nails.

my soul (a.k.a _____ )
is faltering in your sunshine.
It doesn’t know what to do
with itself
now that I’ve gone crazy.

nothing works right now.
will you dispose
of my criminal side,
and force my violent tendencies
into the ground water?

let the populace taste my insanity
if you’re so sick of it.