I’m waiting for the skin to peel off your human suit
waiting for the smorzando
& fall away
I’m sweet like poisonous licorice
I’m sweet like the good witch
who did nothing good lately
I suppose the only thing left to roll off
are the fishnets
I suppose the predictable pale
fool me twice visage has left little kids
tackling tears in the drive
I hoped to peek outside
& find my cauldron bubbling
I might have several times
but their meat was not tenderized
–LM
The Lexicon 