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They always grow back Scratch, scratch, scratch Even when I peel them off And dig under the flesh They get long and stretch Dig into the skin of forearms And make porous volcanoes erupt Red, coppery smelling lava flows over With pliers, I dispose of them Water and bandages heal wounds left They shimmy out from under scabs And reach toward the sky amid screams They always come back. I peel them back with the grated teeth of my father's pliers and wraps sticky bandages around the wounds. The fe...

The night was quiet. In the pale moonlight the frosty snow glittered pleasantly and animals walked calmly. A deer scampered through the small clearing of evergreens and stopped, nosing its face down into the cool, white substance to root around for dead grass. It was Christmas Eve and the town of Cascade Locks was barricaded behind their doors. The inhabitants of the town were cozily curled up in their warm beds waiting for Santa to come and all was well. There was nothing to disturb the sere...

Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum? I sense the lies of an old friend Be she true or be she false I'll not go along with this waltz Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum? I don't pretend to know my chum For she deceives and thieves I'll not be sorry when she leaves Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum? I'll watch as she goes numb Be she 'live or be she dead I'll not worry my pretty head

Red and blue lights washed over the graying exterior of the abandoned home. Outside on the lawn the neighborhood was gathering in curiosity at the sound of blaring alarms and flashing lights. Normally the dilapidated shack was given little attention; people walked across the street to avoid the haunted aura and averted their gaze from the shadowed windows, but tonight the home was the center of all attention. From the hollow, black throat of the house came two paramedics wheeling a stretcher...

Face is on every magazine Decorating every girl's wall Mouth set and eyes keen Stand upon the stage Guitar strapped on Ready to rock at The Cage Just an hour and a half to joke Nothing hard about that Another show to keep from going broke Too young is fifteen So the critics say The pressure is too mean But it's alright No need to worry As long as girls delight