Talia

Nothing nice in there

I drive fast and you just stare

Nothing kind inside

You snarl and spit and you writhe

The lab explodes

Showers the crowd with tin and rubber hose

Lunch in the park

Ruined for you by nagging thoughts

A bug crawled deep

It chirps and clicks and limits sleep

A plume of smoke

Rains the town with pipe and specks of stone

A sense you're called

Healthy thoughts sputter and stall

Day out, in, then

Out again, it pricks the skin

The lab explodes

Showers the crowd with tin and rubber hose

Your eyes chipped plates

White and wide and webbed with veins

Your smile broad

Tongue exposed when you're turned on

To see you thrilled

And that swell of joy lasts until

You catch a glance

Of this sad fucked world at it's best

A plume of smoke

Rains the town with pipe and specks of stone