: About Me

Existential Christmas Organs wrapped tightly in flesh. Pulled together nicely with mismatched bows of selfishness. We never sleep a wink. Only waiting for morning to rip ourselves open. Clockwork. We hate what we find. An existence gathered in haste from the bargain bin at the drug store. Angry eyes peer in jealousy. The others inherited much from mom and dad. Failing to notice flaws through beautiful shells. My smiles are a lie. I find my gift broken, unwanted, and ugly. Of course. No batteries.