~(My) heads spread like butter over bread~


Am I still Sinking 

Am I still sinking?
Because I know for a fact
I’ve become heavier than before
Lead bellied and weighed down
Too heavy to move or to breathe
I need to jump up and run free
Dance around in glee
But first I must knock off
This heaviness that’s
Stuck onto my chest

I Feel Like a Zucchini

I feel like a zucchini
Who’s lying on the counter
Fresh bought from the market
Ready to be chopped, sliced and diced
Broiled and thrown down a gullet
But instead poor me
I was taken to the bedroom
And greeted by a certain
More aroused sort of mouth
Pink and moist
It was quite unpleasant
I felt defaced
And now I’m here
Lying in the trash can
Inedible and incredibly used
I only wish I could have been
A little bit more
Than just a toy.