Painted hands
and a covered heart.
She says it's alright,
that its just "Art."

As the mealworm glides
through uncovered veins;
and the planet pretenders
wear false lion-manes.

We dig for the truth
in the center of a tree
where the girl was once buried
with a candle, a cross, and me.

You're one ugly Christmas sweater away from a good night out on the town, yet you just can't subject yourself to having to explain to everyone you meet why a T-rex is eating reindeer amongst a sea of snowflakes on your stupid shirt.

12/20/2017