Icky Snicket

Follow the green line with your finger

When you see a hole push in as hard as you can

Your mess will become more clear

With obstinate danger prevailing.

She toys with what she does not know

Forsaking all those who have come before

Only a glimpse into her past would tell you

She is lucky to be as sane as she is.

I met a woman along my trek

She was lean and never ate

I wondered how she stayed alive so long without nutrition

She said she feeds herself on souls of those that cry.

I swore off debauchery as too simple

Wanted to get a run in for diplomacy

But nobody could tell me what that meant.

We write with pens made of a finger bone

Use blood from the nearest virgin we can find

Sometimes that takes us days.