Miasmal Smoke & the Yellow Bellied Freak

Donated her eyes
When she was young and shy
Hated awkward breasts
And felt the yawn in skylines

With care
Set sweet
To hear existent beat
To hold the tangible
And drifting ever so gently second
Summer sky

Donated her eyes
Donated her eyes
To feel her actual senses
So sweet 16
To feel what life was like
Donated her eyes
To feel life as she imagined it

Go back to sleep
You yellowed-bellied freaks
Afraid of god and modern science

Go back to sleep
If I could only sleep
If I could stop imagining
If my dreams weren’t after me

He cursed and sweared blanker’d
The deafening almost sombering silence
The jingle jangle and heed the strangle
And she’s terrible and fucking meaningless