Twinkle Twinkle little star,
twas once I plead for your grace.
A silent self, bruised in simplicity.
how I wonder where she fell to.
Her fingers crumbled,
where the starry night
grew sweltering, and mottled under decay.
Up above the world; dear you’ve lingered too high.
your torso, for which lanky arms encircle,
how it reeks of soiled ink, purged along a margin.
For she breathes beneath her chest, a swatch of penmenship.
like a diamond shriveling, a wound.
settling within itself, appauled of ridicule.
twinkle twinkle,
senile star,
could you tell me,
off to where she wondered.
