A very opinionated and in my opinion douche-bag of a dentist (who isn’t even my regular dentist) insisted I take out my medusa piercing after 8 healthy happy years in my face. Not only did he tell me his very loud stupid mouth made sure to drill it into my mother head that it is most definitely the cause of anything that could ever possibly go wrong. Now I have a hole in my face and an emptiness in my heart and my mother is very seriously going to kick me out if I put it back in. Should I kill the dentist?
What stubborn children we are
refusing to sleep. The eyes age
with the pallid moon and grow white
as snow. If, when I can bend sky and wind,
I’d sleep, then I can pluck off stars what
moors tonight in my dream.