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Don't put me up here, on this
Pedestal
Constructed of ferroconcrete fever dreams and unwilling rock,
Colored, inside the lines, white for "good."
I'll only use the height
To throw nasty things down on you,
Poisonous candies that scorch your tongue from a macabre Mardi Gras float.
They burn, they're so
Cold.
You too will turn to stone if you see me without
This face I keep on a shelf,
Ghost-white and smiling politely like a gunman asking for your money,
Only the sheetmetal eyes, flatly appraising to give you a clue
That this is not someone
Your mother would want you playing with.
Nobility?
Fuck that shit.
Did it ever occur to you that what I wanted was a
Cheap 99-cent plastic made-in-Taiwan excuse
For what was already happening?
I could already feel them seizing up, unwilling to be my
Whipping-boys for much longer.
Why don't
You
Try it, for a change?
Keep acting this blind and I really will stick a fork in your eye so that you may
See that I'm not
Pure as your own little worm-free soul.
I'm innocent and sweet like antifreeze, lying in wait as an unholy
Sidewalk puddle, fluorescing death to someone's pet puppy,
Illuminating my own failings in
Radium green even as he drinks.
If it tastes
Good,
It can't be
Bad,
Right? And I bet you're reading this, thinking that
I'm wrong, just a little fear of being human as Twinkie filling.
The gilt (guilt?) you lay over my grinning mask cobbled from
Silver-shining intention tarnished with my own special blend of self-preservation
Is choking me.
Too much
Good
Is Bad
For me.
Take a little care next time you want to
Take care of me; I might consume you along with the bonbons I stole from the other kids,
Sweetly perverted and tasting of candied disillusionment.