Semi-Daily Scribbles

strip it
strip it
edie tears at invisible insides
and in the hole left behind
resides
the cake she never gets
even when she asks
politely

skip it
skip it
hassles not worth tripping over
short set
out of breath
add a layer to the sadness
so the song rings true
for someone

but not for steel edie
and her hard luck exterior
and her overflowing emptiness
and her heart folded in half
and her head rolled back

we should all learn to laugh
until it sounds sincere