littlest
littlest hearts live in littlest towns
lopsided labia in leftover
liminal playgrounds lunatics loll around
in lieu of a libertine’s life, laid over
in the land of nod without lunesta
or knife but rife with a violence
towards anything small. fashion a
weapon from a corroded see-saw, glints
in the sunlight, similar steel he once rode
in his own lackluster park when he was
less, long ago, dark, looking to implode
in a stark public treehouse, midnight— does
not believe anyone innocent climbs
at this time. littlest parts are all they find.
Horror Sleaze Trash 