• H.S. Mannequin
    finds her self in Hannabin
    the town of rubbish and rusting tin
    filled with the wastes of lethargy and sin

    past a landfill mountain roared
    death where she climbed, so bored.
    up rose the stench of rot and hot blood
    and she, tired and dirty in the mud

    but pulled by an invisible force
    in her mind echoing something hoarse:
    a faded battle scream pushing forward
    unwilling to mount the black and blue chessboard

    she scrambled past the king and queen
    in daylight hoping to pass by unheard and unseen
    so the night pierced her heart under the dusty moon
    and in delirium her strings jerked and swooned

    they did not let her fall to the ground
    by force they set her chest to pound
    carrying on, bleeding and driven
    beat by beat with thoughts kept hidden

    but her joints could not keep up

    wear and tear of time and repetition
    had strings tangled together in a panicked condition
    and soon cracked flesh and bone to splinters
    as physics and existence gutted and split her

    and she lay, a weeping pile of wood and ribbons
    her story, her life, unfinished, unwritten
    where in the rotting town of Hannabin
    they murdered H.S. Mannequin

    - stupid emo poem finished 10:06PM, Sat, July 23, 2011