i. you always talk about vile lullabies but
in my dreams i’m chasing weary
butterflies with broken wings & a body that’s
cracking & spitting bones
as it freefalls. /

ii. the neon sign across my room keeps trembing
& shivering like it’s been void & hallowed
for a while now.
THIS MOTEL IS DESERTED BUT NOT
VACANT ( -i see all sorts of creatures drifting through
the hallways & messing with the lights ).

iii. I FEEL LIKE A MANNEQUIN ON DISPLAY:
i see, but i do not speak
for my lips are silicon & plastic. i’m your
DREAM/ANGEL GIRL, & i do not yield: a fancy dress,
a barren face & a touch of glitter
at the edges.

—  Demi Ev.  / GIRL, DOLL (via nehmesis)