In the inky skies of paradise where the clouds are set ablaze
 and the cherubs bleed iridium, 
 where she falls only to rise and grow until the branch breaks and she
     falls again 
 into the abyss of abnormalities that are tattooed onto wrists in crimson 
     ink as a reminder, 
 like a post-it note that as you peel and rip away loses more of its 
     adhesive because it’s hard to adhere to normalcy.
 But bottle up the insanity dear and smile for the cameras 
 but don’t show your teeth or they’ll think you can bite, 
 be dainty and write fancy words of sweet poetry that drip of honey 
     and not acid, 
 tell the boys that they are lovely and 
 hope to be smart but not too smart and 
 be kind and ask for things 
 but not too kind or you’ll be asking for it 
 In the bright blue skies of purgatory 
 where the grass glows green and 
 the serpents spit venom made of vanadium,
 where gluttony and lust eat their hearts out under a rainbow of bitter 
     prejudice and 
 the insane scream at each other for having opinions, 
 they pull out their hair and plant it in the ground 
 where it grows into looming skyscrapers that pierce the moon and 
     then it all comes crumbling down
 Heaven breaks loose