and crinkle the velvet.
snickerdoodles in your hands,
the gingerbread man
is running after me.
his mouth, like yours,
wide, wide, wide,
like a monster chipmunk
on too much sugar.
talk and talk. yes,
you can say "it was
an accident!" and yes,
they would believe you.
you have the strings
all tied up, and they,
all tied up, are ready
for your hands,
maniacally talented,
waiting on your violently
undulating words of
threats
and commands.
up. down.
i wouldn't tell.
i wouldn't dare tell.
but she will.
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