Next stop

my bones rattle with the anxiety to move
restless hungry at the pit of my stomagh
i'm constantly lookin through cabinets for crumbs
picky little bitch
never satisfied with top ramen.
shaving my head for the freedom and the money
contributing the the redefinition of beauty.
I'm dreaming about my ex's all the time.
I don't sit on that thought too long because I hate her still.
Shooting arrows with my eyez
i'm smiling with pearls for teeth
a laugh like a whistle, I pierce the silence
and the noise echos off the walls all around the house
waking up all 4 cats and the dog
2 grown children mesmorized by the music and the lightshow on the screen
I'm straving because I hate to cook
and I never moisturize anymore because I feel dirty
when cat hair sticks onto my body.
Oh, the life in the country.