i'm expected to be angry.

i'm expected to be sad.

sometimes i am.

mostly i'm not.

i'm happy, i'm running.

and this time i'm running towards something realistic.

i think too much, and that is my only downfall.

i hope too much, and that is my only fault.

i'm not trying to convince you.

believe me.

it was easy to bask in unreal memories. unreal realities.

so simple to twist a truth into a lie to make it more cozy, easier to live with.

i would carelessly laugh when the good ones tried to remind me, and i would scream when the bad ones wouldn't let me forget.

i covered my ears when i shouldn't have because false hopes about what had already been, were better than harsh honesties.

call me crazy, everyone does.

call me broken, because maybe i am.

but you'll never be able to call me sad, or let down.

because where i come from, i'm not. and i wasn't.

in that moment, it didn't matter to them that i was laying limp as a dead dog on the pavement.

they had found their broken girl that no one cared for any longer.

so they scooped me up and carried me home.

without regard towards my safety or happiness they cut holes in my back and glued large wings to my shoulder blades.

"she'll become an angel this way" they said.

i was to be kept a secret for a while. and if anyone found me, they would think i was beautiful. not just a joke.

they took needles full of melted plastic and shot them through my veins.

i became stiff.

they took staples and pulled at my lips to make a smile.

i became happy.

they put me in a glass box, and charged a good price.

i became a living, dying, work of art.

i'll plant us a city, where everything smells like plastic love.

and all the people will be okay when they don't ever talk to each other deeply.

it will be an emotionless sanctuary.

i'll grow us a town, where people staple back their smiles when they wake up in the morning.

and everything will be okay, just as long as we can see each others teeth.

it will be an emotionless sanctuary.

i'll breed us some people who never scream out accusations.

and no one will assume.

and no one will believe.

and no one will be real.

and it will be an emotionless sanctuary.

none.

once, there was a big, black, monster.

he had yellow teeth and smelled stinky. he was bigger than all the houses and everyone called him 'Prince' instead of 'Monster,' but no one really knew why.

he used his big yellow teeth to chew up a thousand kittens, and yell a thousand lies.

he yelled, "i will love The Lady Who Bleeds Glitter until the day i die!"

she whispered, "sometimes i hate you."

she ran up a diamond hill. she ran so far away that most of her minions wouldn't even follow her anymore.

"find me some babies." she said quietly to the loyal ones.

they went and did as she had commanded. they came back pulling two large bags of the babies. The Lady Who Bleeds Glitter sliced them open, and ripped out their fresh, tiny, bones.

she made them into wind chimes, and slid back down the diamond hill. Monster Prince was in his Hay, Stick and Stone Castle when she returned. he was pouting a sad pout.

she hung up the baby bone wind chimes all around him, then sucked in a deep breath and blew as hard as she could. the chimes began to make a lovely sound, and Monster Prince dried his damp eyes. the Lady Who Bleeds Glitter kept blowing until his Hay, Stick and Stone Castle came down all around them. she stared at him after she had run out of breath.

"sometimes i just want for you to whisper to me." she said.

"okay." he said back.

the minions turned the crumbled castle into sunshine dust, then threw it into the sky so it would make a rainbow. The Lady Who Bleeds Glitter and Monster Prince mixed up the rainbow, and liquefied it into rainbow juice.

they shot the juice into their veins.

they painted their bodies with it.

they lived happily in it, until it drowned them.

and all was well.