Writing happy nightmares
Is a pleasure
Twisting my tongue and fingers through the ink
Spill liquid on the paper and watch it run
Let it get strong calves
And a tank
That can go for hours.
Build towers that never were
And jump from them, see what it’s like
Or hide in the shadow
And live there for a bit.
Sit in the paper,
What you’d imagine it to be like.
Spike thorns through your characters then take them out,
Scribble it out when you regret it
But keep a copy in case you change your mind.
Take a picture of the corpse and make it hard to find.
Let them find the killer,
And when they know it’s you
Take your pen blade, hold them up
And cut them into two.