Put her in a manmade box.
Call her pretty,
free of the filth that cloaks the unthinking.
Once her faith follows your fib,
wound a porthole into her wooden chest.
Let stagnation ooze into her eyeball
burn revelations into her skull.
Help her brain boil in the molasses of rotten hopes
of forever heavenly white clouds.
Always whisper of salvation, of the truth
that lies eternal,
or until a sheep cares not to be mouthless.
for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Open Link Monday - September 29, 2014)
which I was supposed to post, but... forgot *sigh*
Thank goodness Fireblossom went ahead and saved the day.
Object to be Destroyed by Man Roy via Magpie Tales 146