Chisel and sparks
They say they go together
But how can it be?
They are separated by their own nature
Paired together but not belonging to either one’s world.
It’s like the body and the soul
Like that
Your heart slips
Right down my fucking arm
You choke on the dirt
You choke on it.
Like the chisel and the sparks
Paired together
But not belonging.
The boogeyman wants children with an active imagination
Santa and the elves love the children
But they don’t belong.
They are just paired together.
Never belonged,
Only paired.
No one belongs
But we are some how connected.
Sandy Author 